In Remembrance of Christopher Reeve

from porceleindoll - Thursday, October 14, 2004
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In remembrance of my hero.

I learned to read when I was 3, I could read the KJBible at 5, better than most of the other hippie cult members I lived with. In Italy and France I was brought up reading Mo Letter volumes 1,2 and 3, vs. the normal comic book and children's reading that kids had. I fed my childish desire for comics with the illustrations in those letters, The Goddesses, Flirty Fishing, Holy Holes, etc...

Fortunately my Mom believed in a rounder literary education, and purchased puffin classics for me: Moby Dick, Call of the Wild, Robin Hood, King Arthur are some of the ones I remember.

But my favorite was the long train rides to some unknown city for a road trip with my Dad, where he would spend a few hours telling me the tales of Superman. Superman became my hero, my childish escape from the adult life I was forced to live most of the time, my child's daydream to slip into.

Superman the Movie was naturally my all-time favorite, and Christopher Reeve as the embodiment of Superman my favorite actor for years and years. I think I've seen Superman at least 30 times, not even as many times as Star Wars. I watch the first 3 movies every few years, having a good laugh at the corniness, reminiscing over past memories, places I've lived, my upbringing.

When I heard about the passing of Christopher Reeve the other day I spent the day somewhat sad that my favorite hero of all time has died. I believe he was a good man who tried in his life to overcome his disabilities after his accident, and not to give up on living.

Rest in Peace