Although yes, I loved Superman (and still do) as a child, there were no Bogeymen in our household. Our father, of German descent, and who served in WWII (on the Allied side) would threaten to bring the "Gestapo," who would put us in the "Hoosegow." Largely in jest, we were never really fearful of such entities.
Regardless, we all have our childhood Bogeymen, who live either in the closet or under the bed. Interestingly, it was the little girl down the street who informed me about the Bogeyman. Also, since I grew up in a secular house, I had to learn about God that way, too: from the same little girl.
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