I was raised in a situation where comic books were a sin or some such. Television also was not good for my child mind so that was out as well. Super hero? I didn't know what one was, but I had a fertile imagination and created my own superhero's all the time. One that would come in and rescue me from "mean" parents. Together we would have lots of fun doing various things, none of which I can remember now so many years downstream, nor can I remember any of their names. I just remember letting my mind take me away from the harshness of my life to a place where there were puppies, playing children, my "super hero", and no adults to hurt us...
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ‘Holy ____…! What a ride!’” ~Hunter S. Thompson