As a young child I loved to watch Wonder Woman. My mother who was very sick, but had long legs and long black hair was Wonder Woman to me in my dreams. Although I had to grow up fast and started caring for her at 6 yrs old I would imagine what it would be like for her to use her super powers and come save me from my abusive alcoholic father.
I remember when School asked all of us/me who my Hero was for a thought-study. I didn't have a hero; there was no hockey player, movie star, or movie hero I felt worthy of looking up to. So I simply said my mom, because it was true, she was my wonder woman as well.
I remember when School asked all of us/me who my Hero was for a thought-study. I didn't have a hero;
