I see him in the reflection of the window and I turn my head, sharply. He doesn't stand taller than three feet, his hand is placed tightly in his mother's; an action that makes me realise how reliant children are on their parents. His costume; red and blues, a mask covers his face.
He was a little Spiderman in disguise.
I think of his pure innocence, how in that costume, the little boy thinks that he can rescue the world, how he can fight off the baddie's. And I remember when I thought I could do the exact same - so long ago.