He came hurtling out of the bluest blue sky, singing heroic stanzas at the top of his tenor voice, to rescue screaming Mitzi from the evil doings of Oil-can Harry—the most classical of villains in his black suit, black cape, black moustache and stove-pipe hat with a bend in it. Usually he would be tying Mitzi to the railway track before a speeding locomotive or something similar, singing in his evil bass baritone, cackling insanely. But Mighty Mouse was always up to the task.
It is perhaps ironic that your first superhero was in fact an absurd parody. That it was all done in mock-opera only added to the delight.
“Lunch is ready!” your mother would call. You’d chortle tunefully as you swept into the kitchen.
“Here I come, I’m on my way.
Here I come, to save the day!”
No wonder she worried about you.