On a lighter note though, apparently it’s just in my destiny that I’m Superman. My mom just told me a story about when I was little, we were all at the woman’s house, and I apparently thought I could fly. There was a glass table in the middle of the room.
I was standing on top of the couch, and yelled “I’m Superman!!!” And jumped on the table. I literally broke the table in half. No glass shards, nothing. I broke that shit clean in half. Luckily she was nice about it and I didn’t receive any asswhooping, at least that’s what I was told 😒
But yeah, it was obviously a precursor to what was coming in the future. That Kryptonian blood running through my 4 year old body proved too powerful for that glass table. Glass tables ain’t nothin, diamond tables ain’t nothin.