This week's prompt for Sunday Scribblings is "secret identity."
Throughout my lifetime, usually around Halloween, I've taken on other identities. They've not been so secret, as my disguises are most often homemade and simple. It's always easy to tell that it's me.
But then I realized this: After I take the Halloween costume off and it's back to normal life, if I still feel like my costumed self, yet I look like me, then that's a secret identity, right? Aha!
So I've come up with a short list of favorite secret identities. These sprang to life when I was much younger, and are in no particular order:
1. An intergalactic princess fleeing the Empire with her two adorable 'droids in tow. (I felt like Princess Leia, though strictly earthbound, for at least a year.)
2. A ten-year-old neighborhood spy, in cahoots with best friend, stealthily roaming the neighborhood with notebooks and pencils in hand, soon discovering that there was absolutely nothing worthwhile to record. Once we found a neighbor taking a nap in his car, but because he napped for so long, we eventually gave up finding anything else out about this "incident" and went home. (Our parents had no idea...or did they?)
3. A black cat. (Is this why I made feline-allergic people sneeze?)
4. A dolphin or a mermaid, depending on which pool and which mood I was in at the time. (It's still fun to pretend this while swimming.)
5. Static. Yes, static. One time when a telemarketer called, I pretended to be noise interference on the line. The call quickly ended. My secret identity was highly effective. (The twelve-year-old mind is full of strange inspiration. Now I just thank them and say I'm not interested, though it's not as effective as being static.)
Now you know.