How would you define being lucky?

Winning the lottery, being cured of a hitherto incurable disease, escaping from a life or death situation, and even finding out you're heir to some fortune, those would be some of your likely answers, wouldn't they?

But to me, Matthew Smith, some college boy from the 20th century, luck is something much greater. A few weeks ago I woke up in an unknown room and realized my body had shrunk. Looking in the mirror, the sight of a beautiful, light-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian boy came before me.

This was not the face I had gotten used to looking at in the last 20 years.

Logically I got scared at first, even contemplating the possibility of being crazy, but quickly discarded it, an idea came to my mind and after searching the room a lot I finally found what I was hunting for.

It was a small notebook with a dark blue cover without many decorations, but when I open and look at the bottom left side I can see some words written with a very beautiful handwriting, diary of Peter Benjamin Parker.

Giving thanks for being in English, I quickly start to read the pages of the diary carefully taking care not to skip important facts.

To my surprise, I was only 6 this year. It also said that I was what people call a "prodigy boy" because from an early age I showed that I had a superior intellect than other children my age.

A lot of other information was present, but first of all I got my address, after searching a bit I finally found, I live in New York, but precisely in Queens.

October 14th of 1990 this was my date of birth, and speaking of each year, incredibly it was 1996 again, the 90's were great classics and great changes in the technological scenario, but leaving it there I continued to read "my" diary, three days ago I had become an orphan, my parents died in a plane crash and now I am living on my legal guardians who are my Uncle Ben and May Parker.

Have you noticed too?

Coincidentally my life was practically a cheap copy of Peter Parker's (Spider-Man) biography, but this must be pure coincidence as it was not possible for me to be in a fictional world, well, even some bookshelves ago I also didn't find transmigration of bodies and time travel possible and well... I am here now.

But now back to the present, I was currently having my breakfast with my uncles while watching TV, my Uncle Ben was 27 years old and worked as an intern in a parts store, a man with an athletic body and modest appearance but by far what most attracted attention in him was a kind heart my aunt kept saying that. Speaking of Aunt May, she was a beautiful 24 year old woman with light brown hair and almond eyes, a real beauty my uncle was very lucky, she worked as a marketing designer in a clothing store.

They were good people and I got attached to them very quickly, even though they were so young and unprepared they accepted the burden of having to raise a child when no other relative of mine wanted to, even though they could simply send me to an orphanage.

Their hearts were not something I could have had the pleasure of seeing in my previous life.

"- Pete don't be late for your first day of school, you understand? And watch out for the bad boys." You warned Aunt May with a look of concern.

Even though I don't think this is bad I have to admit that she was very strict about my safety, but I know that and only because she loves me and doesn't want to see me hurt.

"- Hehe doesn't have to worry Aunt May, it's still 20 minutes before the bus arrives." (Peter)

I spoke while showing my already organized scholarship, after the death of my parents I had to move to my uncles' house and consequently also had to change schools.

"- Honey, there's nothing to worry about, he's a Parker and the Parkers always know how to defend themselves." Said Uncle Ben as he messed up my hair, he always supported me when I was needed, but of course, if I stepped on the ball he would be the first to pull my ear.

Unfortunately he didn't notice how much Aunt May was talking.

"- BENJAMIN PARKER DON'T PUT BAD IDEAS IN PETER'S HEAD!!" (May)

"- But..." (Ben)

"- WITHOUT THAT 'BUT'! Peter dear don't be influenced by your uncle's nonsense." (May)

Seeing Aunt May angry and reprimanding Uncle Ben I could only laugh while watching the scene unfold.

"- Aunt May don't worry I'm going to Midtown High school not a boxing ring." (Peter)

"-All right, honey, then have your coffee." (May)

"- Uffa! Looks like the bullshit's over." Comment Uncle Ben.

"- What's over? You still have a lot to listen to, Mr. Parker!" (May)

"- Help me Peter!" (Ben)

Pretending not to notice Uncle Ben's appeals, I go back to my coffee while watching, on the television screen a very attractive blonde reporter wearing a very low-cut costume was talking about a high-class party that took place last night in Losangeles.

The unusual thing was that the organizer of the event did not was another if not the millionaire, inventor, playboy and in his spare time Gigolo, Tony Stark, yes that's right, the iron man, I mean, more or less the iron man, the kidnapping hadn't happened yet so far as I could see he's still a scorcher who only thinks about money.

Also there's no news of any Nordic gods appearing in Mexico or some green monster destroying things, in other words, the age of heroes was yet to begin.

I mean, I had researched and found several stories about Captain America, so maybe, just maybe, the era of heroes has long since begun. I also found several reports about famous random people like Norman Osborn president of Oscorp Industries, Dr. Hank Pym, Professor Charles Xavier of the institute for super gifted young people, among other great names of the Marvel universe, there were also several things about the great scientist Reed Richards (Mr. Fantastic), the latest information was saying that he has just graduated from Harvard, where he received his doctorate in physics and electrical engineering at only 22 years of age.

According to my calculations, it was still six years before he suffered the accident and became Mr. Fantastic and gained his powers along with the rest of his team.

These were some of the many pieces of information that I have been able to discover in these two weeks since I became Peter Parker, which indicated that somehow I am in a universe very similar, not to say identical, to the Marvel universe, although I do not know if it was the movies or comics, but taking into account my date of birth should be the last option.

I'm also not entirely sure that I'm Spider-Man, maybe the last name Parker is very common in this new universe apart from the fact that there may be a lot of Ben Parker and May Parker out there, well, it's that or I just don't want to accept the burden of having to become a superhero. I choose not to think about it now.

After a few more feathers and jokes I say goodbye to my uncles and leave, but not before I look at myself one more time in the hallway mirror.

In the mirror the reflection of a beautiful boy with long brown hair and beautiful shining blue eyes was seen, I was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, dark blue pants and black sneakers. If I were to put on a defect, it would be my lack of muscle mass and height.

"- Peter dear sometimes I think you're a narcissist." (May)

My aunt comments looking at me with a strange look, not her fault, since the day I saw "Peter" she has seen me admiring myself in the mirror several times.

Come to think of it, I'm really half-narcissistic. But that doesn't mean I'm going to admit it. Making a face of disagreement I turn to her, and decide to play a little with my beautiful young aunt.

"- Narcissistic? What does that mean, Aunt May?" (Peter)

I am technically only 6 years old, not knowing words was not something new, but before May can take away my doubt I continue my sentence.

"- Actually if I remember correctly you still haven't explained to me the meaning of that word Uncle Ben spoke last week, which was really, sej, sev, sec... ah! I remembered it was sex! So Aunt May, what does sex mean? Uncle Ben told me it was a joke, but he didn't explain how it worked." (Peter)

She really wasn't expecting it and started stuttering, her mind was really weak, especially for more adult matters.

"- Ehh... about that I, ehh... LOOK! The Peter bus, it's coming." (May)

This is Aunt May, trying to change the course of conversation. Looking down the street I realize that a classic yellow school bus was actually coming.

"- It really is! Even more Aunt May." I say as I approach her and hug her.

"- Yes, Peter." (May)

Before I let go of May, I approach her ear and whisper.

"- Later Aunt May teaches me how to play sex, okay? hehe bye." (Peter)

I leave for the bus while leaving May in a state of stupor and with a reddish blush on her face.

It was really fun to play with her. Looking at the school bus I start thinking about the fun times that await me, the dangers I might run, the friends I will have and finally the enemies I will make.

Come to think of it... am I lucky?