—crashing through a laundry line, getting tangled in a bedsheet, and landing face-first in a dumpster full of expired yogurt.
I spit out a strawberry-scented glob. “Alright,” I groan, giving the cat a thumbs up. “That counts as a rescue.”
But that’s the thing about rookies. We don’t start with the world-ending meteors. We start with the small things. The things that prove we care more than we fear.
—crashing through a laundry line, getting tangled in a bedsheet, and landing face-first in a dumpster full of expired yogurt.
I spit out a strawberry-scented glob. “Alright,” I groan, giving the cat a thumbs up. “That counts as a rescue.” adventures of a rookie superhero
But that’s the thing about rookies. We don’t start with the world-ending meteors. We start with the small things. The things that prove we care more than we fear. —crashing through a laundry line, getting tangled in