The Mark of Zorro

Okay, I admit it.  I was Zorro.  I know masked heroes are supposed to keep their secret identities on the down-low, but I have to share my story.   The Halloween of my third grade year I was obsessed with Zorro.  He was like Batman on horseback.  Dapper gentleman Don Diego by day, mysterious, black-clad vigilante by night. 

That was pretty much how I rolled. 

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