The bus to school would frequently break down, and all of us would have to get out and wait for another bus. For some reason, the older kids and the bus driver had this "game", where they would joke around with him that it was a particular child's fault that the bus broke down. One day, driving along, I started to think about what would happen if the bus broke down. And minutes later, it did. I was convinced that I caused it by the power of my thoughts. As I was getting out of the bus, I couldn't look anyone in the eye. One of the kids said to the bus driver, jokingly, it was Debra [me] that did it! I was shocked that others figured it out, and cried the whole way home, ashamed of myself.
A childhood belief about special powers
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that a "ghost-driver" was a car driving with a white sheet over it.— Nynke
- I used to believe that when people broke bones, doctors would give them a new part of the body they broke. — Kelly
- I used to believe that if you broke your arm, it broke off. And that if you got shot, you automatically died.— Mary Beth
- I thought that when you broke a bone, it broke completely off.— gin
- I used to believe that my school teachers lived inside the school and my school bus driver lived on the bus. Anon
- I used to believe that when you broke your arm or leg it actually broke off your body— MM