“Dananananananana—BATMAN” the tv blared, and my siblings and I snapped to attention. “Starting September 2nd, the hero of Gotham is coming to a Six Flags near you!” We gasped. “Watch his show to see him and his sidekick Robin beat evil villains and save the day!” the screen filled with snapshots of a real-life Batman posing on a set of Gotham, shaking his fist at the Joker, and screeching the tires on his Batmobile. A 10-year-old little girl may not seem the likeliest candidate to be a Batman fan, but take into context that her only siblings are two older brothers. Then, you can see why I grew up with a love of Pokemon and Power Rangers and Batman Saturday morning cartoons, instead of Disney princesses and Sailor Moon.”—
an excerpt from my writing 101 memoir essay.
i’m weirdly proud of this essay, it pretty much describes my relationship with comics and art and why i love it so much. Although it probably isnt accurate, cause i barely remember the whole Six Flags Batman stunt show thing.
but it makes me want to write again. i’m glad i took this class.
to a concert, with people. it was small and in a reggae shop, and it wasnt a reggae band which was odd, but i had fun. my best friend was there with her boyfriend so i wouldnt feel like a little sister just tagging along with my bro to a show, but she left early.
probably okay since i actually branched out a bit and talked to people. but now im doing that think where i replay stuff in my head and feel like a total idiot whenever i talk. but whatever, whatever, i had fun dammit.