Superman

When I was seven years old, my family and I went to the mall. I do not even remember what store we were in but I saw a Superman action figure. It was incredible, very well designed, able to move in many amazing ways, and I totally could not afford it, it was off my budget. Its price was twenty dollars, but I did not have twenty dollars, I did not even have one. I knew if I did not buy it, I would not see it again because the stores change toys like that Superman in a very short time, that was my only chance to get it. I had to make a deal with someone that had that amount of money.


In that time my mom used to give me one dollar every day for me to spend it at lunch in the snack bar. I asked my mom if she could buy me the Superman that day and promised her that I would be paying it off with the everyday dollar she gave me for the snack bar at lunch. My mom did not think I could pay her the toy, but I assured her I would because I don´t like people buying me anything, I like buying my own stuff, she finally bought me the Superman that day. I proved her wrong as I saved every dollar for twenty school days and paid her. After that, everything was perfect, my Superman was finally and officially mine. I got very disappointed as to seeing my Superman losing his leg in less than a year, my favorite action figure had just lost a huge part of its magic, and it was no longer my favorite toy. Some months later, my Superman had become a handicap man. I kept playing with him, but the magic was already gone, my Superman did not even look like a superhero anymore. I decided to give him a chance, so I got his legs together and taped the one ripped off to the other. My superman kind of got a little of his magic back, but he looked weird and to some point he looked creepy wrapped with that yellow tape. I tried to make him fly how he was supposed to (in movies), but at the first try he lost both of his legs at the same time. Now he was more of a handicap man or even a ghost.






In that moment I realized that my Superman would never get his magic back and that it was better to let him go. I did not suddenly threw it away, I kept it for so long. We moved and I still did not want to throw it away, my Superman meant a lot to me. Some months passed and I had not thrown it away yet, it very hard to me because it was sad to me how he descended from being my favorite action figure to a handicap or a ghost. A year later I noticed I had not played with him for so long so I sadly threw it away.