Eleven Years

<<<ten years<<<back to beginnings twelve years>>>

I'm Batman
December 1976

I was a dark knight, ruling the night, with my faithful sidekick, Mommy...
1977 was a hard year. In April my beloved Brighteyes was killed as a result of an auto accident. My world had crashed and I didn't care if I lived or died and used to say it openly in school. Brighteyes, my cat, was everything to me. It was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life (or at least top three). My father kept saying our next-door neighbors probably did it (without any evidence of course) and so I hated them and used to yell at them. My father didn't understand why I was so upset...he said,"Michael...it was just a cat".
We got two new cats, a boy and girl named Tiger and Fluffy and once again didn't get any vaccinations and of course Fluffy was never spayed. So once she had kittens my parents wanted to get rid of her, after I'd grown so attached to her. She was adorable.