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When I was in first grade, I really believed that I could run so fast no one could see me (like the Flash). I tested this theory once when I had outside detention during recess.
Apparently, my teacher had x-ray vision...
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When i was young i thought that i could break a rope cause it is skinnier then my arm, i found out i couldn't even break dental floss.
I remember I thought that I can move people with a small magnet if they wear somekind of metal. Indeed my grandfather used to pretend this and made me believe that he is moving because of the magnet.
When I was a child to used believe that my father had magic powers. For example, when my father and I went to pick up asparagus my father always knew where they were.I was amazed by his abilities to see underground.
Whenever I heard stories about contortionists who could fit their whole body through a tennis racket, I always wondered how they managed to squeeze through all the little holes between the strings.
When I was a very young child, I saw Peter Pan for the first time and was marveled on how Wendy and her brothers and Peter Pan would fly and wished I could fly too. Then, I went to Disneyland and in one of the gift shops they were selling bottles of fake pixie dust and my mom bought one for me. So, in my childhood innocence, I thought the pixie dust was real and if I poured it on me I would fly like the kids and Peter Pan in the movie. So, I sprinkled the whole lot on me and thought happy thoughts like Peter Pan had said in the movie. I was sorely dissopointed when it didn't work. For awhile, I thought that I wasn't doing it right. lol
Whenever I was to get new sneekers, I had to try them our how fast they were. I ran atleast one lap around the store for every sneeker and decided from there. Of course, the ones with a puma or the ones with many stripes usualy won.
When I was little, I used to be able to fly. I very clearly remember flying around at the bottom of the stairs in my old house. It's a bit like swimming, none of that Superman or broomstick rubbish.
Now I only fly in dreams, but I'm convinced I can still fly if I really believe in it. The thing is, I'm scared of it not working, so I haven't ever tried it.
I used to believe that if I ran fast enough I could move time back, a little. I must have been 6-7 and would dash home from school for lunch and my evidence was that I left school at 11:30 (school clock) and arrived home at 11:18 (home clock)
Once when i was little, i dared to touch the spine of my mothers cactus plant. Since i touched it gently, i felt no pain. For several years afterward, i thought i was unable to feel pain or to get cut. I was proved wrong when i tried to show my friends by jabbing a pin in my leg. OUCH!
I believed that if I tried hard enough, and really strained inside my heart, I would lift off the ground and be able to take off and fly!! As much as I tried to fly away, I never could! But I truly thought it was possible.
when i was a child there was this tv ad with a man sitting in lotos (yoga) position. he closed his eyes and slowly left the ground, and when he hovered about 50 cm above the ground, a voice said: "es geht!" ("it works!")
i used to believe that if i tried hard enaugh i would one day learn how the trick worked and then i'd be able to fly...
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I once believed that because I drank much milk if someone by chance hit me with a sledgehammer nothing would happen.
Growing up the youngest of four i needed all the good luck i could get and tried wishing on stars all the time. When that didn't work i decided i needed to find something else to wish on and when having breakfast one day i found one.
I decided that if you were the first person to open a jar of spread or butter and the first to use it that was good luck and you got to make a wish. Once i had decided this every chance i got i made sure i was the first to do this to make a wish.
Didn't help though..... i kept getting in trouble for opening new jars when then old ones weren't empty.
I used to believe, that the force actually existed, and would prance around the house trying to move household objects with my thoughts.
As a child, on some hot summer nights while lying in bed, I would roll out of my body and float in the air. This ability seems to disappear when you grow up.
When I was six, I believed if I ate ice cream slowly I would have powers. I mean I would take a bite of chocolate and I would have powers...then I would taste the vanilla and all the magic went away...
I used to believe that I could control the wind. I'd whisper a direction, and how strong and wait to see if it happened. Obviously, this was most effective on windy days. To test my theory I once sent a really strong wind to the east and then spent all week feeling guilty when high winds and monsoons actually attacked South East Asia.
When I was about 10 I was convinced I was a Ghostbuster. I was so eager to prove it that one day I went to school dressed in an old sweatsuit that I had converted into a "Ghostbuster suit". I had a laser made of paper towel rolls and a backpack which I completely ruined by drawing on the Ghostbusters logo in pemanent marker. I even had a ghost trap made of a kleenex box. When nobody believed me I got angry and proceeded to "zap" them all with my "gun". My teacher sent me home and my mom was not pleased. Especially about the backpack.
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When I was around 5 or 6 I believed I could make the palms of my hands sweat just by mentally concentrating on them. I can't do it now, but I was convinced I could then. I have no idea what the purpose of it was, I thought I had a special power.
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