A childhood belief about special powers

When I was about 5 years old, my dad worked the graveyard shift. While I was watching him sleep, I noticed that the skin on his scalp looked kinda greenish (he had very fine black hair, which made the translucent skin on his scalp look green tinted to me). I asked my mom, "Why is daddy's head green?" She told me that he was an alien, and that he might make me fly around the room when he woke up. I sat by his bed, wide-eyed and excited for my alien father to wake up and use his powers to levitate me. My mom noticed me waiting by his bed, and she decided to tell me the truth... that daddy wasn't really an alien. I cried. A lot. I really wanted to fly around that bedroom.