When I was little, I remember being strongly moved by the paralysis of Christopher Reeve in a horse-riding accident: a shocking moment for any child who loved the old Superman films. I even started keeping a little folder of newspaper clippings on him as a private tribute, feeling that the injury was an historic event worth commemorating.
I wasn’t really worried about Reeves the actor, of course – I was worried about Superman. Looking back now I can distinguish between those two gentlemen, and appreciate their respective achievements. At age nine, I didn’t really see the difference. Of course I knew that what I saw on the screen wasn’t real, but I didn’t quite believe it. Not all the way through.
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