Superpowers-Personal Narrative

In a world where superpowers exist, it would be extraordinary to receive a power, even if it meant the loss of one of my five senses. Given such an opportunity, I would choose the power of transformation in exchange for losing the sense of smell. While this is not an easy decision, the tradeoff would be worth it for all that I could accomplish with my newly acquired power.

It it is difficult to imagine having to part with any of my senses. My heart goes out to those who, through accident or injury, can no longer experience the joys of the senses that they have lost. To never see another sunset of pink and purple flames, or hear Billy Joel’s rich voice would be torture. No longer discerning the taste of food, or feeling a simple human connection

Transforming into anything, living or inanimate, would be phenomenal. I love to travel, and with my new power I could shrink and fly anywhere undetected. I could also take the shape of a monkey or falcon and live in the wild for a day. The idea of living in another animal’s position and seeing life through his eyes is extraordinary.

That being said, I did not chose this power simply for the enjoyment of exploration. I have an abundance of empathy for others and I would use this power to be their hero. With the ability to shift my shape, I could become anything in times of need. I crave the chance to be the answer to a problem that cannot be solved.

Without hesitation, I would temporarily sacrifice myself to be what people desire. My power would give me two qualities I have always wanted: durability and adaptability. In an emergency situation I could turn into a parachute or raft in order to save those around me. If a natural disaster were to strike, my body would become a bomb shelter that could withstand blows to protect my family. The possibilities of this superpower are

One example was when my brother and I got separated from our mother while biking. My brother began inconsolably crying at the fear of being lost. I wanted to find the way back for him more than anything. The pain of not being able to comfort him was stronger than the fear of being lost. If I could have turned into a phone to call my mother, or a map to find our way out, it would have saved my brother a half hour of pain and searching aimlessly for the right