Big Me

I liked this story. I can relate with the way the kid was because I used to be like that when I was young. I invented stories and sometimes I lived in the middle of an alternative reality. That was the result of reading everything I could put my hands on since I was very, very young and also because I think I was (and I may still be) a "martian." For this kid, the force of his imagination was so strong that he ended up even invading the man's space and taking his things. He kept his diary and the fixation made him see every detail through a magnifying lens. He was a writer from the beginning, and he took a very plain character and made him move like a puppet until he felt the fiction was starting to invade reality. He run away from that but he couldn't ran away from himself. That's why he will always remember that first story.