Being only five inches tall is difficult for anyone. It is especially hard for me, Timothy J. Smith, to be so tiny. Growing up, I thought it was normal to be made of only cardboard and stand at such a short height. That was what everyone considered normal in my small village. That was before I saw The Other Side and before I realized just how small and insignificant I was. The Other Side is what The Elders call the world beyond The Wall. No one from our world have ever gone to The Other Side as it was forbidden, and I would be the first. I remember the day it happened. It started out like any other day; the sun was shining, people were milling about the streets as they bought fruits and vegetables from the various carts that lined the sidewalks, and I was on my way to help my mother at her small flower shop. To avoid the morning crowd, I decided to take a shortcut that I thought I knew very well. As I went down the small alley, I found the turn I needed to take blocked by various boxes. Annoyed by the obstruction and not wanting to be late, I began climbing up the boxes to get over them and soon found myself standing atop The Wall. The sun was brighter at that height, and I was blinded momentarily. I went to take a step backwards, and before I knew it, I was stumbling and leaning forward to stop myself from falling. I had tried too hard to stop myself, and the next thing I knew, I found myself on the ground on the wrong side of The Wall. I must have laid there, staring up at The Wall for quite a long time because by the time I found the strength to stand up, clouds had rolled into the previously clear blue sky and fat drops of rain had began falling around me. How was I going to get back? Why was this side of The Wall so forbidden? What was so wrong with The Other Side? As I turned so my back was facing The Wall, I saw I was in a much longer and larger alley, similar in every way except size to the one I had just been in. The ground was made of gravel and there were various spots of green where plants had grown, a result of poor upkeep to the alley. The rain was falling harder now and as I took a step forward, I wondered aloud to myself, “What now?”