I would usually wake up early when I was about 5 years old on the weekends to watch my Sat. Morning cartoons. But, I would make sure I got up early enough to pop in my copy of Superman I had taped off of the TV and had on hand to watch every Sat. I would sat there in my Superman Underoos with a red towel tied around my neck and a Superman T-shirt my dad had found at work and gave to me. I was red with the famous Superman "S" on it. I wouls watch the tape and then run around the living room pretending to fly. This is one of my earliest memories and now I get to see my son watch Superman and run around the room pretenting to fly in his Superman PJ's complete with velcro on cape. Christoper Reeve was my Superman. He was one of the first heros I looked up to. I did not see him a Christopher Reeve then or even a normal man I saw him as Superman. Much the same way my dad saw George Reeves. I grew up watching the movies and thinking that was what I wanted to be. I wanted to be a hero and fly around the world saving people. However this changed when I learned I could not fly. Well at least not outside a plane. I grew up and started to appreciate Mr. Reeve as an actor. Then in 1995 I saw on the News that my Superman was badly injured in a accident and may not ever walk again. I thought like many people he would fade away into the night. Never again speaking of truth, justice, or the American way again. However, Christopher Reeve was not ready to fade away. He appeared on television in a wheel chair and vowed to walk again and to help others in the same predicament do the same. I cheered him on. He started the Christopher Reeve Foundation in hopes of achieveing his goal. He gave and collected money for this foundation and had science looking for a cure. He became a proponent for Stem Cell research and made it an issue for the elections, it was even brought up in the Presidental debates last Friday. I thought for sure Christopher Reeve would walk and he was makeing progress toward doing so. But,This morning the Sad news broke the the Superman of my Generation passed away. Alot of 30 year olds flashed back to runnig around their living rooms with towels tied to their necks trying to be the next Superman. I am only glad we did no have to live up to the hughe shadow Mr. Reeve left outside of his role. In fighting a fight in which everyone is against you. In fighting to stand up for those who can't. I will miss you Superman.