Once Upon a time in the early nineteen seventies there was a boy. This boy was very sick and had to live on a bed in a plastic oxygen bubble. Due to his illness he was alone without the usual ways to meet people and make friends. One day the boy’s mother brought him a box of crayons and a pad of paper. He took the tools he was given and created a new life for himself. In this new life he created a healthy boy with friends and a world that understood and accepted him.
Weeks had past and the boy soon left the “real” world to never come back. Weeks turned into years and the boy’s mother greatly missed him. The mother reached into the boy’s new world, with the help of a great doctor. Together the mother and the doctor did what they thought was best for the boy and brought him back to their “real” world.
In the years since, the boy has grown into a man. His physical health has improved. However, because of his travels when he was a boy, he remained between the two worlds. This leaves the man today with the questions: What is “real”? Is this “real”? Are we “real”?
I am that boy.