A childhood belief about special powers

I heard the Icarus story for the first time as a young child (for those who don't know, it is a Greek myth about a man and his two sons who escape from prison by making themselves wings out of bird's feathers and wax, but Icarus flys too close to the sun, his wax melts, and he falls to his death-- the story is suppossed to teach the dangers of pride and arrogence). Since I was told the story in school, and teachers are suppossed to be trustworthy, I was convinced I could fly if I made myself some wings. But I didn't have any bird feathers or wax, so I settled on cutting out construction-paper feathers and taping them onto cardboard wings. I attribute my survival (and the fact I've never broken a bone) to my short attention span. I got bored with my "wings" and gave it up before they were done.