My Superman

From the time I was about 3 until maybe 5 years old, I loved Superman.  So much so that I even had my Mom make me a Superman cake for my 4th birthday.  AND I had Superman pajamas... with a detachable cape.

Don't ask me where I got this un-girlish obsession.  I didn't have a brother back then, he came later.

It could have been from my neighbor, Steven.  He and I played quite a lot back then.  I'm not sure who started the Superman thing.  But I do remember arguing about which superman toy we would play with.  I had two.  One was more of an action figure with a clip on cape and knee joints!  The other was a clip on handle for a cup.  He always stood on the edge of a plastic, yellow circle with his legs about shoulder width apart and his arms straight out in front of him, his hands in fists.

Can you guess which one I always played with?  Of course!  The much cooler, movable one!

Then once I had more girl friends, and discovered Barbie, Ken (as seen in the picture), and all of Barbie's other friends and relatives, I kind of left Superman behind.  I mean really, how can Superman compete with someone who can change clothes and hairstyles? Superman can't always be dressed in his super-suit all the time, can he?