mrdadidontfeelsogood:

Really?

Tell that to eight year old me who watched all the marvel movies in preparation for Avengers: Assemble, and stared at Tony Stark moving mountains and creating this amazing piece of technology with nothing but pure determination and his intelligence. 

Tell that to nine year old me, running out of the movie hall after watching Avengers: Assemble, tightly gripping my mother’s hand and babbling about how cool iron man was and did you see how much intelligence he had? 

Tell that to me just before my tenth birthday, when we watched Iron Man 3 and I promptly told my mom that I wanted an Iron Man cake.

Tell that to ten year old me, who when asked by my mother who my favorite superhero was, promptly replied with “Iron Man!”, and when she asked why, I said it was because someday I would be that smart, and I could change the world, just like him.

Tell that to eleven year old me, who shyly signed up for the mathematics and robotics club, staring at awe at all the schematics we had on the walls. My little cubicle had three photos: My parents, MIT and Tony Stark.

Tell that to twelve year old me, a seventh grader, who wrote her first computer program. God, it was shitty, but I was so proud.

Tell that to thirteen year old me, who cried when she found out she was in Honors STEM, and her school would be taking students to visit NASA.

Tell that to 14 year old me, who fell in love with Maths and Physics all over again, and looked over to her wall where she had a post-it, saying, “Sometimes, you gotta run before you can walk.”

Tell that to me right now, 20 days away from my fifteenth birthday, someone who’s in love with Maths and Science because those subjects are MY subjects, but also because I payed special attention to them, because my hero loved them.

Look me in the eye and tell me that Tony Stark has never made a positive impact. I dare you.

mrdadidontfeelsogood:

Really?

Tell that to eight year old me who watched all the marvel movies in preparation for Avengers: Assemble, and stared at Tony Stark moving mountains and creating this amazing piece of technology with nothing but pure determination and his intelligence. 

Tell that to nine year old me, running out of the movie hall after watching Avengers: Assemble, tightly gripping my mother’s hand and babbling about how cool iron man was and did you see how much intelligence he had? 

Tell that to me just before my tenth birthday, when we watched Iron Man 3 and I promptly told my mom that I wanted an Iron Man cake.

Tell that to ten year old me, who when asked by my mother who my favorite superhero was, promptly replied with “Iron Man!”, and when she asked why, I said it was because someday I would be that smart, and I could change the world, just like him.

Tell that to eleven year old me, who shyly signed up for the mathematics and robotics club, staring at awe at all the schematics we had on the walls. My little cubicle had three photos: My parents, MIT and Tony Stark.

Tell that to twelve year old me, a seventh grader, who wrote her first computer program. God, it was shitty, but I was so proud.

Tell that to thirteen year old me, who cried when she found out she was in Honors STEM, and her school would be taking students to visit NASA.

Tell that to 14 year old me, who fell in love with Maths and Physics all over again, and looked over to her wall where she had a post-it, saying, “Sometimes, you gotta run before you can walk.”

Tell that to me right now, 20 days away from my fifteenth birthday, someone who’s in love with Maths and Science because those subjects are MY subjects, but also because I payed special attention to them, because my hero loved them.

Look me in the eye and tell me that Tony Stark has never made a positive impact. I dare you.