You know it's funny. In every superhero or science fiction story I've ever seen or read you always hear the hero say that for as long as they can remember they knew they were different or that they were meant for some higher purpose.
I call bullshit. How would you know? Everyone has their own definition of normal. And mine was no different. Until I met him. That man. That strange crazy completely batshit insane man. The man with the blue box.
I'm no one special. Hell it could have been anyone to take part in this bizarre chain of events. But you know what they say. "Right place. Right time".
It was only one day. One crazy day. One I will never forget.