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i think if people lift very heavy weights for a few years,they can have superhauman strength!lmao,i know that's NOT real
This one time in grade school, this one kid I knew convinced me that I had telekensis can I could do whatever I wanted by thinking it, but I was the only person who couldn't see what was happening. And I believed him, and on occasion we had pretend "Psychic Battles" and after a month I finally got past that. ugh, I was so gullible back then.
When I was a little kid there was this doll that had hair that could grow, and you made it shorter by cranking her arm around, which rolled the hair back up inside her head. I remember seeing that commercial and thinking it worked like that for humans too, so I tried moving my arm around in a circle as if someone was cranking it because I wanted short hair. Needless to say I was not successful and I thought something was wrong with me.
Okay, so you know how most TV shows are 30 minutes long? Well, when I was a kid and it would get to be my bed time I would go through the usual conversation with my mom.
"Can I just finish this show, pleeeeeeeeease?"
"Sure but go on to bed at 8:30"
I could never figure out how she always knew the show would go off at 8:30, so I convinced myself that she was a mind-reader.
When i was in preschool, my friend and i loved the show sailor moon. We believed that we were sailor scouts and we couldn't tell anyone until we were 16.
we got over it 2 year later. we still luagh, though.
I went to Turkey one summer with my family when I was about 7. They sold these bracelets and necklaces that were apparently supposed to protect against evil spirits. My mom told me that the bracelet she got me would protect me against the "evil eye."
I took this literally - I saw a man that had a messed up eye in the store. I got so freaked out, so I held up my bracelet to his face in the hopes that it would act as some magic talisman that would protect me from getting hurt.
My brother had figured out to watch the oncoming traffic to see when their traffic light changed. So he totally impressed me with his super powers when he waved his hands and said "Green light now!" and the light would change. It took me some time to figure it out.
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.
I thought I could blow up my hand by putting your thumb in your mouth and blowing(that happened in a cartoon) I did this, and was convinced my hand was a little bigger.
when i was really little i was scared to hold any more than 2 balloons in case they lifted me up and i flew away. when i got older i wanted to fly so i got about 6 helium balloons and jumped up and down. i didnt fly...:(
When my brother went to his karate lessons I would go outside and play. Once I grabbed a big stick I found and said to the plants there, 'Sway in the wind, my minions, sway!' and then it got really windy and I believed I had magic powers! I belived this for a while but then I belived I could control the sun whenever I said 'move' in my mind!
I used to belive that i could fly :/
when i was three, i thought that if i dressed up like a parrot, i could fly too...so i wore my bright red wellies, and my pink anorak with my blue pants...
...i then climbed onto the wall in my garden and up into the tree, then i jumped out... i was saved by a wonky nail sticking out that caught my pink anorak.
my dad still has the video of me dangling from that tree, and never fails to play it at family occasions :/
i used to believe that mermaids exsisted and that you can turn into one if you hold ur breath long enough underwater. do me a favour and DONT try this.
when i was little i believed with all my might that i could fly.. i then convinced my little sister that she could fly, but she was skeptical. i told her she should go ahead and try if she didnt believe me..
so she got up on the couch and jumped right off while flapping her hands like she had wings.. landed right through our glass living room table, shattering it to bits. i then knew i could not fly either.
i used to believe that everyone could read my mind.
i still kinda do.
whenever we would play hide and seek as kids i thought i could just close my eyes and no one could see me. i thought if i couldn't see them then they wouldn't be able to see me either...thats why i was always found first.
i usd to believe that if i put a balloon on a lawn chair that i could float up in the sky and around the world
When I was in elementary school, I believed I was a witch and that I could change into other animals, but I only did it at night after I went to sleep. I had an imaginary pet tiger named Jasmine. She was teal. I believed this until nearly fourth grade.
When I was in elementary school, my best friend and I noticed one day that a boy in our class, an exceptionally fast runner, seemed to have the ability to teleport. We began to note this ability in other boys. We would test it by closing our eyes and then reopening them and seeing if the boy could have possibly gone that far without teleporting in that amount of time, which we always agreed they couldn't have. Somehow the purple rubber bases we used in baseball got thrown into the mix. We strongly believed for several years that all boys had the magical ability to teleport using these purple pads.
I used to believe that people could read eachothers' mind by pressing foreheads together. This came about from my being the youngest of several (very bored?) siblings. My brother would agree that whatever word I said was indeed the one he had been thinking, and he would magically be able to guess the word I was thinking, thanks to the sister that I had told before-hand.. they had to make sure I wasn't cheating.