To Infinity and Beyond

“The Truth is… I am Iron Man.” …But what next? Waiting for the next movie was definitely not the five-year-old boy’s style. Besides, he had better ideas for Obadiah Stane: freezing to death was NOT enough for the evil villain. He dashed home and stormed into his room. Getting his own suit on, he rocketed up to the sky for a rematch with Stane. He became a hero in his own artificial world: a world made of toys. From the moment I unboxed my first toy until now at the edge of teenage, these little creatures have endured a steady presence in my life. My jointed rainbow rangers were not just toys for children; they were a bridge, bringing my imagination to life. With them on my side, I searched for the answers to numerous questions popping in my head. Wondering what if Voldemort was still alive (he resurrected once, why not twice?), I transformed into Harry Potter’s son and the 3-inch soldiers into my peers at Hogwarts for the final battle with Voldemort. Imagining how a wimpy hig