Super Hero Dreams

The other day I was poking around my closet and found my long-lost childhood cape. It's a magic wizard's cape, purple on the inside and black on the outside, with stars. My mother sewed it for me when I was little. It used to go all the way to the ground when I had it on. There was a long period during kindergarten, I believe the whole year, when I wore it everyday to school. What an inspired, magic thing I thought, standing there at my closet, now an impossible 38 year-old. How wonderful that I wore my magic cape every single day and my 5 year-old colleagues celebrated me for it; at least, I think they did. I had pangs of sadness, of loss of youth, of death of super hero dreams, standing there with my childhood cape clutched in my hands. I decided, right then, that I was going to wear my cape all day, to work even. Thankfully I'm a teacher, and not a stockbroker, because my students loved it; at least, I think they did. Well, I loved it.