
You often hear since the invention of TV that it’s bad for children! I can only speak for my life. There were a few incidents in my life that may agree with this. Television in my house was primarily an adult privilege which made it more alluring to an inquisitive child like me. I remember sneaking down stairs and peeking around the corner as Batman played every week. Sometime I would get caught and other times I wouldn’t. I was intrigue and amassed with the way he climbed walls, the way he beat up bad guys, the Bat mobile and the weapons he used. One weapon in particular was shaped like a bat and a rope would be tied to it. He would lasso this to a pole and swing from it. I was hooked! I wanted to jump high like him, fight like him, and have all his neat toys. My friends at school were also hooked but they had money so they got all the latest Batman toys. I remember at recess we would play fighting games like in batman. There were days at the farm when I would climb up to the hay loft and jump down to the pile of hay below warring a homemade cape. I stop doing that when I herd stories of a boy who hung himself doing just that. One day I found a boomerang shaped brake pad and got the idea to make my own lasso. I tied a rope to it and tried to lasso it around one of the barn beam. I missed a few time then on the third time it went strait up and landed on my head. I remember thinking “this is no fun “as I wipe the sweat of my brow. The sweat wasn’t sweat it was actually blood running down my face I ran home screaming and crying. My Mom was frantic screaming “what did you do " but I was crying too hard to speak. She cleaned up my head and stops the bleeding. That was the last time I played Batman.

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