Personal Narrative: Muscle Bound Superhero

When I turned 8, my imaginations derailed me. On this day, I instantly, assume everything became possible as a young kid. All I dream about is being a muscle bound superhero, and saving people from distress. As I wander around the block, I practiced action moves until the street lights kindle up. My family claimed me as was crazy. They always seen me turning flips through the house. Every gathering, whether it took place outside or inside, I will find a way to be seen. Since my little cousins were around, it was not hard for them to tag along. I told them that my fortune, was to become a superhero. Each day, I practiced my combat moves, so eventually my mother caught me practicing. As a matter of fact, she enrolled me in Karate, not only this
is my strong suit, I became agile. Therefore I traveled through my ranks, and concurred every task that was given. My master told me, to never use martial arts outside the class, unless I had to for emergencies. One family meeting, I decided to show off my new moves that I learned. Visualizing just like the other superheros, I just could not be stopped. While we were outside, on this day everything failed, and in a instant, I did not know what to do. All you hear is screaming. We have been battling each other, my cousins and I were in the backyard, having a duel off. Therefore, at any rate anything can happen,bad. There was no parental guidance around, so we took it to the extreme. Supposing, that you are fighting for you life, but really you are finding out who is the best.