Excerpt: Super

It was a sunny Tuesday evening when I awoke from my coma. The coma was a short one, by medical standards. However, nothing about me fits into what I would consider a medical standard.
I knew, as a young boy, that I was destined for greatness. I dreamed of becoming the world's greatest hero. A dream most young children probably shared at some point in their lives. I lived it.
While kids my age were playing hide n' seek or learning their ABC's, I was selflessly protecting these United States of America from the evils of the world. Nazis, Martians, cataclysmic disasters. I've stopped them all. And here, on the eve of my death bed, feels no better place than any to recollect them each for the next generation. Somewhere out there is a little boy who dreams of something greater.

This is for him.