My dreams of superherodom were dashed the day I jumped off that top of that building and hit the pavement. 

 I was in love, I was optimistic - I thought it would work. 

I didn't become a superhero, but I did turn into a bird and fly away before I died. 

I learned to live with the fact that I was not supergirl and the fact that I had become a yellow canary that later smashed into my own living room window and turned into a spider falling from a web. 

I experimented with my eight legs until I pulled myself apart and became the petal of a daisy on the ground which was instantly smushed by a girl who had leaped from the 11th story window, thinking that she was a superhero.