Answer:
I start in little but I end in full you'll find me in half and complete.
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you. What am I?
I am a small paradise surrounded by dryness and heat.
I have memories but none of my own whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm ever different it's because you changed me I feel like a decoration here for you to arrange me.
The more you have of it the less you see. What is it?
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?