special powers

This was my daughter's belief that I inspired (I am one of THOSE moms!). When she was 3-4 yrs old, we had a coffee mug that would play music if light hit the bottom of it. She was amazed at my ability to make it "sing", so I let her in on the "secret". I demonstrated how I had to hold my tongue in a particular way for it to work (while at the same time picking it up - she hadn't connected THAT part of it). She was SO excited! When her father came home, she ran up to him with the mug and with her tongue sticking out saying, "Wook Tatty! I making it THING!!" (Look Daddy! I'm making it sing!!)

Barbara

Oh yeah, i ALSO used to believe (again, from watching too much Sabrina, I dream of Jeannie etc) that if i pointed my finger and just said the right words I could do spells - unfortunately I never could those right few words!

Kathryn

I used to believe (not too long ago) that if I stared at something for long enough and thought really hard about it I could make obkects move/fly/fall over etc -- i think i watched Matilda too many times!!

Kathryn

spawned from a dream no doubt, in junior school, i was convinced i could put my hand through things, suchas the top of my lunch box, tables etc, just took a little concentration. the dream was so real i can still remember the feel of the top of my lunch box on the sides of my hand as i pushed it through.

hairyfreak

I use to believe my middle finger was bad!! If i touched anything with it without toucing it with my pointer finger (which was good)immediatly afterwards, something bad would happen.

lala

I had a blackboard when I was 4-5 and believed if I saved up enough chalkdust, I could sprinkle it on myself and would be able to fly.

discocat

Our primary school field was massive, and it had a very steep slope, maybe 70 degrees or so. I used to have such incredibly vivid dreams that i would run off the top, and flap for a bit, then fly around the field. They were so realistic it was pure joy waking up every morning. Strangely, as soon as i realised that they were dreams, they stopped. This was when i was about 8. Im 16 now, and in the 8 years i havent had a single dream that i remember in the morning, compared to at least one every night back then.

Sam

when i was young i thought the if i would dress up as a transformer i could fly to school on haloween

ben

When my brother was little, before i was born, he whatched superman. He thought he could fly so one day hile my mom was in the shower he jumped off the couch and went head first into the TV. Yeah... he cracked his head open alright.

jvf

I'm amazed no-one's mentioned flying down the stairs! When i was young i could distinctly remember a time when i had walked (or probably crawled) out into thin air from the top step and floated or flown down to the bottom. I really believed that i had done this. Apparently it is a common childhood experience (several of my friends have 'remembered' doing it too!) Perhaps it's a memoty of being picked up and carried around as a baby?

I wish it had been true!

Jill

When I was 5 yrs old, I believed that I could fly. I had a vivid memory (still do) of flying in my bedroom. I swore this tale was the truth until I was about 14 yrs old! I finally stopped telling it though. Now I'm not sure if I stopped believeing or I got tired of defending my story *wink* I still think of this memory from time to time and smile to myself.

Katie

Anytime my mom or dad would punish me, I believed that I could fly. I used to fly all around the house and anytime they tried to spank me, I would fly higher and higher. Man, if only that was true...I'd fly right out of here!

Jennifer R

I used to believe that I could fly, but that I had somehow forgotten how to do so. This made me very sad. I had a strong memory, one which repeated often when I was young (<6) of being able to fly by standing in the living room and hopping about on one foot. I could jump up and sort of grab onto the air, somehow, as if catching some invisible, formless gust of air.

I couldn't understand why I could no longer do this, but why I could remember it so clearly. I think, since I can even remember those memories now with great clarity, that I must not have been told about dreams; for dreams is what I have told myself my flying was, and nothing more.

Levez

I had vivid memories from when I was about 6 years old of being able to levitate. I would start by jumping on the bed over and over and over and after jumping enough times, I would begin to float up against the ceiling. Moving around was very difficult, I had to swim through the air to get anywhere.

These memories were so vivid, that it wasn't until years later that I figured out I must have been dreaming. I didn't think about it until that same reoccurring float/fly dream came back, and when I woke up, using my newly acquired powers of logic, I came to the stunning realization that I'd never been able to fly at all.

That epiphany was worse than finding out the truth about Santa Claus.

Yeah, Santa Claus - what, you haven't heard???

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