Heroes in the house

Lately our house has been full of heroes, in one form or another.

Lucas is really into superheroes - no one in particular. In fact, he thinks "superhero" is a character, like Superman or Spiderman. Even when he's playing with his cars, he'll let me know which ones have super powers.

Kevin too. Though he's not pretending to be a superhero (at least not that I know of), but he is learning what it would take to survive in some kind of disaster. Here are the titles of books on his nightstand: Deep Survival - Who Lives, Who Dies and Why and The SAS Survival Handbook - How to Survive in the Wild, in Any Climate, on Land or at Sea .

Then there's me. I've been obsessed with the show Heroes. Basically, it's about ordinary people who have superhero powers. The other night I only got about 4 hours of sleep because I was up late watching Heroes and up early to watch some more, then went to 6am bootcamp and worked all day. That takes some kind of superhero strength, right?

What is it about being a superhero that is so intriguing? Interesting to note that Lucas' superpowers are the same as those of the heroes on TV - being invisible, having lots of power/making the rules, being able to fly, having amazing strength. The writers of Heroes must have held onto some of the same hero fantasies that they had when they were kids. I guess we never let go of some hope that one day we might be a hero in some way.