I don't wear capes anymore.
I wrote this story down for a friend last week, and re-reading the email again got me laughing, so I though I would share this with everyone...
As a kid (I will say around 5 years old) I used to run around the the neighborhood with a cape on pretending I was UnderDog. (Yeah, yeah... I know... You are probably going 'who the HELL is UnderDog???')
The cape was really an old stained sheet my Mom cut up and tied around my neck with a safety pin. To ~me~ is was a grand and flowing CAPE that allowed me to fly. Leap over tall buildings. Make bullets bounce off me. You get the idea.
My best friend Anthony and I were both running around with our superhero capes (he went for the traditional Superman) in the back yard doing heroic rescues of maidens in distress, chasing off bad guys, and the requisite leaping over tall buildings.
I decided that the slide on the swingset would be a glorious place for me to "fly" over, so I took a running leap from the ladder side to dive over it and down the slide... And missed horribly.
I fell off the slide and found myself hanging there by my neck going "Ack! AaaaCK!", legs kicking in the air, because my super-hero Underdog cape managed to get stuck on the handle of the slide.
The safefy pin that held the cape was apparently much stronger than both Underdog AND the weight of a 5 year old kid that took a digger off the slide.
Superman ran into the house and got Super-Mom, who promptly lifted me up so I could breathe again, and undid the safety pin.
I don't wear capes anymore. :)
As a kid (I will say around 5 years old) I used to run around the the neighborhood with a cape on pretending I was UnderDog. (Yeah, yeah... I know... You are probably going 'who the HELL is UnderDog???')The cape was really an old stained sheet my Mom cut up and tied around my neck with a safety pin. To ~me~ is was a grand and flowing CAPE that allowed me to fly. Leap over tall buildings. Make bullets bounce off me. You get the idea.
My best friend Anthony and I were both running around with our superhero capes (he went for the traditional Superman) in the back yard doing heroic rescues of maidens in distress, chasing off bad guys, and the requisite leaping over tall buildings.
I decided that the slide on the swingset would be a glorious place for me to "fly" over, so I took a running leap from the ladder side to dive over it and down the slide... And missed horribly.
I fell off the slide and found myself hanging there by my neck going "Ack! AaaaCK!", legs kicking in the air, because my super-hero Underdog cape managed to get stuck on the handle of the slide.
The safefy pin that held the cape was apparently much stronger than both Underdog AND the weight of a 5 year old kid that took a digger off the slide.
Superman ran into the house and got Super-Mom, who promptly lifted me up so I could breathe again, and undid the safety pin.
I don't wear capes anymore. :)