PeeGee, ASL OP is not my name.
But another time I was away from somewhere for a while and came back was at the tender age of 8. I went hospital for an operation to get my tonsils out, never told anyone in my class I was going, when I came back weeks later (I milked it) I said I broke every bone in my body and was worshipped from then on.
Miscellaneous fact: it was from that moment on, however, that all the kids in my class thought I was immortal and started trying to kill me everyday. They devised insane crazy ways to terminate me, thinking that they would fail because of my invincibility. Now me, not actually being immortal, had to keep this charade going, so every day I would have to dodge arrows, bullets, poison and a variety of fatal attempts on my life. It was from this time I earned the mantle; Alive-Man.