When I was 7 years old, I had a blue raincoat.
This was special, because I could fasten the hood under my chin.
If I took my arms out, and ran fast enough, the rest of the coat would flow out behind me like a cape.
I liked this, because it made me look like Batman.
One day I was in the school playground, and I saw the girl who lived next door, so I ran towards her.
I called out to her so that she could watch. After all, everyone likes Batman!
Unfortunately, I wasn't paying attention to where I put my feet.
I fell over and hit my head on a manhole cover, which knocked me out.
I don't know what happened next, but I assume that Judith was quite surprised.
I woke up when the ambulance arrived.
It was still playtime, so everyone else was in the playground to wave goodbye. We all wore the same school uniform, but everyone had different coloured coats.
My vision was quite blurry, so I couldn't make out individual faces. I just saw a lot of brightly coloured blobs that were swaying around. It looked quite pretty.
When I got to hospital, the doctors put stitches in, to sew my skin back together.
This all happened about 30 years ago. I still have the scar, but it's faded, so you have to look closely. It's above my nose, just under the hairline.
So, here's the moral of this story: being Batman is harder than it looks!
On a vaguely related note, I liked this picture from fukung.net: it shows what superheroes (and their supporting casts) would do on Facebook.