I was 8 years old and it took 3 weeks to gather everything I needed to be Batman. Rope, boomerangs, a mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn't find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after, I tried to find that spot again. The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots, it seemed impossible I had missed any. How can something be there and then just not be there? How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?