I used to be a superhero. No really, hear me out.
During the autumn months, when the leaves turned a bright tangerine, the wind chime would blow. My Bat-Signal, if you will. I would spring into action, don my superhero pajamas, tie on my cape, and assume my alter-ego: Neighborhood Hero Boy!
I was the local Quail Man of my quiet suburb.
Many years past, and after thwarting my enemies, it was time for me to hang up my superhero jammies and retire from fighting crime. The next-door neightbor’s dog and atomic wedgies from the bully down the street no longer posed a threat. I had to accept a different role in society.
I turned to advertising, so I could keep imagining.