He zipped past me intent on slaying some imaginary villain. Silently, I stood observing his actions. He was completely unaware of my presence. Costumes can come in handy, especially if there is a mask involved. They hide one’s true identity. When we see a child dressed up, we instantly know that they are pretending to be someone that they are not. Truth be told, I wanted to grab a cape; don a mask and enter into his imaginary world. But, instead I stood as still as a tombstone observing his every move.