I have loved Batman from almost as early as I can recall. As
I push the ever aging and failing mechanism I call a brain to recreate the
images of my past, I am filled with a sense of happiest during those earliest
of years. One of my happiest memories was being four and a half years old on
holiday in Florida. It was the only true holiday I recall as a child. Even then
the model for what I like best about a “holiday” was set during that dreamlike
time. We were a circus family, in the middle of running our own circus, and so
we saw circus people and circus-related places. I got my head stuck in the
railings at SeaWorld and I saw Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus. I
remember our Mexican driver and my amusement that the steering wheel was on the
other side the cars. These were all great recollections, but some of my most
comforting memories came from staying at the hotel. I wasn’t used to staying in any other
accommodation than a wagon (caravan). I remember falling in love with two icons
that have stood the test of maturity: Charlie Brown and Batman.
