By Joshua Graham
Author of Darkroom
As a young child, I had a relatively small physical stature. I wasn't the shortest kid in the class, but there were more kids my size and taller, than not. Having not even broken 5 feet tall at the age of twelve, I was what you might call a late bloomer. Of course, in high school, I shot up and the whole issue became moot, to the point of some of my friends referring to me as the "big guy." (Then I came to California, where a lot of the women are close to 6 feet tall, but that's another story.)
But when I was younger, one of my favorite superheroes was Superman because he was practically invulnerable. He didn't have to be afraid of anyone or anything. And he had amazing strength-you know, "able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, able to stop a locomotive with his bare hands…" and all along, he was a mild-mannered reporter Clark Kent.
Every boy wanted to be Superman, right? But one thing I never thought too much about was
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