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When i was in grade five one of my favorite comic characters was Ice Man. I dont remember there being an ice woman so I took it into my head to be his new Ice Woman. I began eating ice everyday before and after school. And in the evenings I would run the lengh of our block concentrating hard to spew ice out of my fingers and jumping high trying to fly off the ground. That was one of my many fantastical beliefs ......as an adult my imagaination still runs away from me ...i just dont act on them as i used to
When i was 9 i hit my funny bone for the first time in gym class, I was shocked and figured i had gained some sort of special powers. I hit my funny bone many times that day untill i finally realized it didn't really give me any special power. Very disapointing.
I got tricked into believing that singing a certain song would blow up certain parts of the mountain. How else could they have made those huge stone quarries?(i remember it was a kinda catchy melody and the text being like... |||:Blow up the mountain :|||, HEY!
I thought that if I chewed paperclips I would develop metal teeth that could bite through concrete. I nearly swallowed one once (i was about 8). Only way I ever got metal teeth was through having a brace.
I have strabismus, which means my eyes do not operate in concert to provide a 3-D image. As a result, when I look at an object close to my face, it can seem as though the background (seen through one eye) is superimposed on the object (seen through the other eye). As a kid, I thought this meant that I could see through things, which is exactly what it looks like.
When I was really little, I thought that what you did in your dreams was real, just in a different place that you went to at night. As I used to fly in my dreams, I told my parents that I could fly. They told me that I couldn't, so I took them outside to the patio to demonstrate. Needless to say I just did this the one time.
I used to believe that I could control the wind. I'm not sure, but I think it was because someone told me everyone has a special talent in life that only they can do. It must have been a hot day when I wished for the wind to blow and coincidentally it did. From then on until about age 11, I believed I controlled it. When it didn't work, it was because I was overworking my powers, and they needed rest.
Incidently, my boyfriend has a birthmark on his arm which he thought was in the shape of a cloud, so of course he thought that meant he could control clouds or some such nonsense. (Mine is better).
That dreams were memories of infancy coming back. So a dream where I was flying meant that I used to be able to fly. I remember being six and telling another kid, "When I was two I could fly, but I can't now because I'm heavier."
I used to believe when I was 6, that when I was older, I would grow a third arm from my stomach, because I thought that at some point my body would realise that, at times, like anyone, I needed to carry more things than I could with two arms, and since there was a demand, in my mind, for a third arm, evolution would grow me another! The only logical place I could find for it was my stomach since it would be the easiest place to have one to carry things, like a lopsided claw machine! I also believed that every time I had a stomach ache, it was a sign that my revolutionary third arm was growing!
When I was young, I thought when I blinked, it took a picture. I recorded everything for the mothership. Seeing me blink incessantly was a common sight.
When I was 6 I became convinced that Grape flavored cough syrup (which was delicious to me) enabled me to have super powers. I convinced my 4 year old sister that this was true and over the course of four hours or so, we drank the whole bottle. Not long thereafter we were both puking our guts out and I got in trouble.
I used to believe that if you hit your tailbone, a tail could grow out of it.
When I was little, I believed that I could discover mindreaders by screaming in my mind and seeing who flinched.
When I was about five or six, my mom told me that there was a machine that I could plug into my belly button and let me fly around my room. I had no idea she was joking and I really thought that this machine existed for about a year or so.
Well when i was about 7 or 8, i thought i could switch from being a girl to a boy and back just by going in the freezer for ten seconds and then coming out! My sister was 5 at the time and she believed every word i ever said about this situation. i actually thought i had the coolest super power ever! but one night when the subject was brought up at dinner my my sister, my mother gave me a huge speech about how i was a girl and that was it. I refused to listen so she asked me to go in the freezer and see if i came out a boy....needless to say...i didnt.
When I was around 5 or 6 I came home with a bad report card. It was cloudy and looked like it was about to storm. When I got home my mom looked at my report card and then yelled "JESSE!" loudly and at the same time a very large lightning bolt flashed. I thought that my mom could control weather and because I was her son I thought that I could too by yelling my name. Three months later I was playing in my backyard in a snow storm with my friend. Remembering what happened previously I said "watch this" and yelled my name. Strangely, at the same time I yelled a powerful gust of wind blew me onto my face into the snow. I reasoned it was because I was too young to control my powers.
I remember climbing many times on a Mango tree in our Neighbourhood when I was small just with the hope that some spider will bite me on my hand and I will turn into a Spider-Man.
Well, it never happened with me! :-(
When I was really young I was standing at the screen front door and it began to rain. For some reason I thought that because I could see the rain I had a superpower. From then on when it was raining I thought that everyone else just saw everything getting wet...but I could see the rain!!
When I was very young.. probably 3, I honestly believed I could float. I thought I could jump, and instead of landing I could just leave my legs a little bent and float around instead of walking. I told my mom about it and tried to show her a bunch of times, but got mad at her when she wouldn't see it. I thought it was her fault it didn't work when she was looking because she'd look away too quickly. I also got mad at her for saying it was a good jump because it wasn't the jump I was trying to show her.
I used to believe that, if you concentrated hard enough, it was possible to make your body invisible. I remember wandering around the place, switching my invisibility on and off. If it seemed I was being ignored, then I took this as confirmation that my attempt at achieving invisibility had been successful. However, I never did anything strange while invisible, so I guess I wasn't too convinced of my own power.