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when i was in about second grade our playground was set up for the big kids and the little kids. sometimes i would sneak into the big kid playground and go on the big swings. while doing this i got really high up and started thinking if i jumped off i could fly off back to my house. well as i got to the highest i could go i leaped off and landed right on my shins......my pants were torn off from the wood chips and i broke my ankle. so this is why...(see name)
i thought if i ran hard enough with a towel for a cape i would actually be able to fly. apparently the towels in our house weren't big enough.
I believed that I was Batman, the Red power ranger, that I could fly, resluting in a knee injury after 'flying' down the stairs.
I used to believe i could fly if I had a supreman suit on ( i was 4 ) so I jumped out a window and well you get the point.
My big brother who is only 18 months older convinced me when I was little that he had radar in his head so he alway knew where our parents were. So if we got lost I was never scared if i was with him because of his magic inteni which would pop out of his head and tell him where our parents were.
Like the American singer, R. Kelly, I also used to believe I would be able to fly..... if I tried hard enough and I tried everything! I tried jumping off the sofa and flapping my wings frantically...er..sorry, my arms...but to no avail. I tried sitting on a broomstick and saying Abracadabra like Meg the Mog in the children's books ( NOT a good idea). I couldn't understand why I couldn't sit on the damn thing! Meg the Mog did in the books that they read to us at school. ( I was only five at the time). I even thought that maybe, if I turned the broom around with the brush facing forwards, it would help me to fly better but sadly, I remained earthbound! Since that time, I have developed a deep abhorrence of anything to do with Meg the Mog, witchcraft and also, broomsticks!
When I was a kid I used to believe that I could fly up in the sky with kites.
I believed the only thing keeping me from flying was a lack of wings, and that i simply has to make some to be able to soar. Banana tree leaves and ferns taped to my arms left me disappointed after jumping from a planter several times and being unable to flap hard enough.
I was also the child who watched too many cartoons and thought a jacket, garbage bag, or sheet could be used efficiently as a parachute. Yes. I tried all three. My parents finally had a sit-down with me about randomly jumping off the roof.
My mum told me she had eyes in the back of her head. I believed this for ages and was always cautious of doing anything wrong behind her back just in case. One time I went looking through her hair for them. She must have been worried that I'd find them - or rather, that I wouldn't! - and she suddenly said, "Ow! You just put your finger in my eye!" and so I stopped.
What a genius way of keeping up the illusion!!!
I used to believe I had the power of telling the future. I thought that it was only in it's devoling stages though, because when I go outside to play in the rain my eyes would subconsiencly close and a rain drop would fall on my eyelid. Only recently I found that it was probobly my eye lash sensing it. """ """
When I was younger I was sure that I could transmit my own thoughts into other people's heads. I once used this to transmit all the asnwers to a test to a girl who seemed to be struggling. She then started to write down her answers and ended up doing well on the test. I felt really bad about "cheating" for the rest of the year. I was also afraid that somebody would figure out she wasn't smart enough to do that well on her own and they would figure out my power and send me away.
When I was young, I was told the story of Icarus and his wax wings. I thought that maybe if I made wings like that then I would be able to fly as well. I took a roll of paper, wrapped it around my arm and glued strips of paper to it. I took a chair and jumped off of it flapping as hard as I could. It didn't work but I did end up with a sprained wrist.
There is a part of that still believes its possible.
I use to believe I could fly. I jump off the roof of our home.
If you get shot with a GAMMA RAY you get really strong.
I used to believe that I could fly like Peter Pan. But I still do believe in fairies!!!
When I was 2 or 3 one of my favourite "books" was Lego toys catalogue and no one knew why, 'cause I didn't want the toys from there, I just kept looking at it. What fascinated me so much was a tiny photo of some toy spaceship that was long and had a big ball at one end.and because of its shape I thought it was a girl. It was "flying" (or just had a night sky background) and since it was a photo and not a drawing I was convinced it was proof you can fly.
When I was little, I used to believe that I could breathe under water. But the real odd part is, that I have quite vivid memories of actually breathing underwater; the cold and heavy sensation of streams of water streaming though my mouth and nose, down the windpipe and into the lungs, making the body all heavy and cold because of the water. I'm still unsure whether I actually inhaled water or not...
When I was little, my younger sister and I would try to lift each other by the waists, simultaneously, thinking that this would allow us to fly. It never would work, and I attributed it to my sister not trying hard enough.
i used to believe that if you run real fast and then jump. that you can fly
awsome... i was on a good one as a kid
When I was a child, I came to the conclusion that I was superman. It ended when I dashed towards a chain fence in a parking lot. It caught me in the chest, and I flipped over it and smashed my head into the concrete. Imagine the motion I would have made if somebody put one hand on the back of my head, and another in front of my ankles, and pushed equally forward with both hands.