As a young child I could fly. Well, not really, but after first learning about Superman, I was convinced, determined that I could fly. To put my abilities to test I took flight from my aunt's sofa, my destination the sofa across from it, and in the brief moment that I was airborne, with the naivety and hubris that only a child could possess, I believed I could fly. I remember this moment not as a consequence of the injuries I sustained – if anything they reinforced the memories – but because it was one of those rare moments of my childhood that I remember, a moment of total liberation from self-doubt, the feeling of this great power within me, of invincibility.