That is what one gets when Robin, Batman & Superman got together for a wefie – in triumphant celebration of the immense power of sporting underwear on the outside, augmented by a matching cape.
Red, Dark Blue, Green…make your choice depending on what you wanted to do – takeoff like a jet fighter, glide down from tall buildings after nightfall, or simply chirp around happily.
Those were the traditional, enduring superheroes of our youth days. We knew they were all fictional, but good for firing up the imagination of our impressionable young minds. But not to worry, we still wore our underwear inside.
Up until the mid 1960s, there was no public lighting in our kampong. It was pitch black after about 8pm at night. The main road was about half-a-mile to our house. We had to use a torchlight to find our way through.
At times when had to come home late in the night, it was rather scary……” …maybe there were bad guys lying in wait, or unfriendly dogs running around…” But one of the more eerie sounds we often heard while our hearts went boom-bang-a-bang were the sudden “hoot-hoot-hoot” calls from somewhere above our heads. Experience told us they came from the “cat-headed birds” – but we dared not look up….the thought of seeing two glowing eyes against a sinister silhouette already sent a chill up our spines.