My Superpower By Milo Park

I have a special power. It all happened when I was about nine, or maybe ten. Well, I’m ten now. When I first found out, I was extremely scared and worried, but now I know that it makes me different from other people. I’m not an actual superhero, but you might say I have superpowers. My story is about a 10-year-old boy who had always thought he wasn’t really different and was just part of the crowd, but finds out he is unique.

August 14, 2018 was the first day I found out I had superpowers. I was just playing tag with my friend. We ran up and down the sidewalk, again and again, tagging each other back and forth. I once tagged him and ran to the corner of the road where there was a handle on a bar next to the sidewalk. I grabbed onto the handle and swooped around as my friend was about to tag me. But immediately after I let go of the handle, my hand started to itch and hurt. A few minutes later it even started to turn red! My friend panicked a little. My hand looked like a plastic glove overfilled with air. From that day, I knew I would never be the same.

First of all, the difference I discovered affects my life very much. I can’t play tag with my friend anymore. I can’t grab and swing on things such as poles, metal bars and metal handles. I sometimes wonder why only metal affects my hand. Maybe its because I am allergic to metal, and I’ll have electric powers when I grow up. I really don’t know. It always makes me think before I touch anything now. It also makes me worry that I might have the same reactions when I touch things made out of other material. For example, at school I always check twice to see that my hands don’t itch and hurt when its time to do math on my iPad. When I get home, I’m always tired. I usually sit down on the couch and take a quick rest. But now that I think before I touch things, I try my hardest not to touch the armrests of the couch. Life is actually so much harder because of my superpower.

Recently, I’ve been trying to hide that my hands get red when I touch certain things. I would hide my hands in the sleeves of my jacket when they started to get red. I’ve also been thinking about telling people that I have actual superpowers, but I decided not to. This has been going on for about three months. During this time, I began to observe a lot of different people in a way I had not noticed them before. Some of them couldn’t walk, some of them couldn’t speak. Other people saw them too but they were not laughed at. Then, I realized that maybe if people see that my hands get red, they wouldn’t laugh or make fun of me either. So, the next day I gave it a try. And shockingly, I was never teased or made fun of the entire day! That’s unbelievable! I thought it would be impossible, but it happened! And two days later, our teacher told us that there was a contest where you can flaunt your differences to show that you are unique. This secret about my hands was perfect for the contest! So that is why I am typing this essay for you all to read. Everything is good and life is still normal for me. I am very happy about that.

I have learned that even if you are different, it doesn’t make you any less of a person than others. I think that flaunting that you are different is a good thing and no one should be embarrassed about being who they are. I believe we should all be happy for who we are and how we are made.

I am glad that I have something to share that makes me, me!

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