When I was around 5 or 6 I came home with a bad report card. It was cloudy and looked like it was about to storm. When I got home my mom looked at my report card and then yelled "JESSE!" loudly and at the same time a very large lightning bolt flashed. I thought that my mom could control weather and because I was her son I thought that I could too by yelling my name. Three months later I was playing in my backyard in a snow storm with my friend. Remembering what happened previously I said "watch this" and yelled my name. Strangely, at the same time I yelled a powerful gust of wind blew me onto my face into the snow. I reasoned it was because I was too young to control my powers.
A childhood belief about special powers
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- I used to believe that I could control the weather... I had limited success— Mark
- i was convinced that snow was pink, i was devastated the first i saw real snow.Anon
- I used to believe that I could control the wind.Anon
- I used to believe that the remote control could control all the things in my house, including my dog.— Felipe