codename : my SUPERhero
It was Sunday and I was seven. I was enjoying my sleep when I heard my brother came out of the bathroom and walked into my room to wake me up. Reluctantly, I went to shower and let my mom dressed me. It was 9 in the morning and the show almost started. I ran to the living room and sat in front of the TV, together with my brother. Koko Crunch, checked. Milo, checked. Remote control, checked. As the show started, I just can’t take my eyes of the pictures that keep moving inside the ‘square’ that we called as television. The people inside the television kept moving and so as my mouth that chewing my favorite Koko Crunch. Mom who passed us by only gave her big grin watching her kids hypnotized by their favorite show. Indeed. The show that I was waiting for every Sunday was called as ‘Ultraman Taro’.
I could not help myself from laughing whenever the memories burst into my head. Yes. I was a big fan of Ultraman and I still am. Ultraman is my childhood hero to be precise. Well, everyone has a childhood hero. At least one. As for me, the reason why Ultraman is my hero is not because of the super power that he has or his super cool costume that he wear but the memories that he gave which I kept inside of me until this day. The memories of watching him fight for justice every Sunday morning with my brother. The memories of knowing the true meaning of brotherhood while watching his action. And the memories of sharing same interest with someone that we love most because sometimes, we admire something not because of the outer side of him but the memories that we hold with him.
Anyway, did I mention that Ultraman has brothers too? Just like me! :)
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