I used to believe…
from the age of 4 to 6, every year i would ask father christmas for'magic flying powder' cus i believed it would make me fly. a few days later i went to my friends house for the day and she had got bath salt from father christmas. we assumed he had got the wrong house and decided to give it a try, we piled up some boxes and sprinkled the bath salt over us and jumped off. she broke her finger.
