A childhood belief about i'm different

At the age of 4 I was absolutely certain I could make anything out of paper and sticky tape or glue. There was a series on television where the kids all wore jeans trousers and jackets. I loved those, but my mom wouldn't buy me jeans. So I took a a lot of paper, put them all together with sticky tape, drew trousers on it that looked exactly like a pair of jeans (I must have thought at the time...) and cut it out. So now I had the front. That had been a lot of work and I was getting tired of it, so for the back I had another solution. I cut out paper bands and taped them from one side of the trouser leg to the other, say 4 or 5 of those down both legs. Colouring them blue was too much work, I was contented with white jeans as well. I tried to put them on, but of course the paper teared and I was very disappointed. I didn't fall from my belief though... Some weeks later I very badly wanted a go-kart, and I started all over again, even making wheels out of paper or cartbox and being disappointed when the kart wasn't strong enough to carry me. The conviction still held, because somewhat later I tried to make a trapeze out of paper for my own room (I must have seen a circus show on the telly). I somehow convinced my dad to tape it to the ceiling with the sticky tape so I could swing the trapeze (piece of cake, I believed). I think my paper dream ended when this last work of art didn't stand a chance either....