Suspension of Disbelief

We have Spider-Man playing on the TV at the store, and one things amazes me. Not flying through the air on a small strand of web, mind you, but being able to fly up and down fifth avenue, over all sorts of bridges, and then being able to aim yourself into a small window. I mean , here you are, doing zero to five blocks in 5 seconds, but you can stop on a dime, and hurl yourself into a small window of your choosing. I mean, that's some wicked aim.

It kind of reminds me of when I was a little dude of 6 or 7. I was a big Superman fan, and I was convinced I could fly. I'd jump off the sofa, jump off the bed, set up mattresses at the end of hall and jump over chairs, all in an effort to fly. Silly little youngster! Then the "Greatest American Hero" came out and they had a brilliant idea. You take three steps and jump, and there you are. Seemed perfectly logical to me! So there I'd go, three steps, jump -- crap -- three steps, jump -- crap.

Thankfully I never broke any bones. I don't know exactly when I stopped believing I could fly, and over the years I have developed a healthy respect for gravity. But here's Spidey, swinging himself all over the place. Looks like fun.