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My dad was magic! When we would drive on the freeway in the rain, if he concentrated really hard he could stop the rain, but then one of us kids would mess up his concentration and it would begin again.
I only realized many years later that we were driving under overpasses!
I used to sincerely believe that when I turned eleven, I would receive a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry inviting me to attend, just like Harry Potter. I always imagined how fun it would be learning to use my secret magic powers, and wondered if I would eventually get an english accent because the school was in britain. On my eleventh birthday, I was extremely disappointed when nothing came in the mail for me except birthday cards.
When I was little I was told that wishes rarely come true. So I thought I'd be very clever, and from then on I always wished for the opposite ("I wish I get yucky food tonight")... ironically because I knew wishing did not work.
when i was little, my grandpa would pretend to open and close the windows in the car by pressing an "invisible" button located in the middle of the windshield. of course, he was using the side buttons with the other hands, but i thought it was so cool he had a magical, invisible button!!
i used to believe (and i still do) that if and eyelash came out on its own and you made a wish upon tht eyelash the wish would come true. and it has always worked for me so i still do it =)
One day at daycare we watched a McDonalds movie thing and a guy on there said if you can't see them they can't see you.Ya...hide and seek wasn't my strong suit.
I used to believe that I can change the upcoming sequence of events by just making up what's gonna happen and deciding it will happen.
Sometimes it worked! ^_^
I used to believe that when you looked into a raindrop on the window, that it was magic because of the way things appeared in the the drop, thats what my mom told me anyway :)
back in elementary whenever we got school pictures the caption on the handouts always read "if you think this picture is special now, think of how special it will be ten years from today" and I used to think that after ten years from that exact moment something very special, magical would happen. I waited and waited....
I used to think that if I acted like a had a Superpower (e.x flying), I would eventually develop that Superpower. I spent days jumping and skipping everywhere in hopes I would "fly".
When I was about 7, I had a poster on my ceiling of one of my favorite child actors, one I had the biggest crush on. I would talk to the poster and sing a specific song to it- "Change the World" by Eric Clapton. I was under the steadfast believe that as I was singing it to his poster, wherever he was he was catching faint echoes of it, and that it would haunt him and be a mystery to him until one day, when (not if) I was to meet him in person when I was also famous and working in the movies, I would very casually and knowingly slip the words "Change the World" into the conversation and he would immediately be flabbergasted as to this stranger knowing about the song that has been following him for so long. Of course, thereafter I win his heart etc etc and move on to more normal fantasies, but for some reason the absolute trust I had in the fact that he could hear the song was so casual and easy- I have a hard time actually 'feeling' the disbelief to it even now, when I know the truth.
i watched a cartoon once when i was little that said about how tricky genies can be. so i decied i would make a contract for it (which i still have.) but i was never able to find a genie bottle.
When I was little, I always thought that trick where you saw someone in half, I thought they really were cut in half, just that they didn't feel it. But when they come out all right, I was always surprised. Either that or I would be covering my eyes.
When my neice was three years old and she would always steal my boyfriend's hat and end up loosing it. One night when she tried to take it, he threw it to my and I hid it from her. When she asked where it was, we told her the garbage man took it. Apparently she believed it, because a week or so later, she was tired of playing a toy, and asked him to throw it to the garbage man. She is now four, and every now and then still brings that up.
there was this really funny belief among all us friends that if you put the remains of a sharpened pencil in a mug of water,it would turn into an eraser by the next day!so all of us kids would go the terrace with glasses of water and pencil sharpenings!
When my Dad and his brothers (my uncles) were young, my Grandfather had them convinced that by him placing their empty M&M wrappers in his shirt pocket and spinning in a circle he could magically renew them into an unopened package of candy. He masterminded this by placing an extra bag of M&M's at the time of original purchase within his pocket in advance to giving his children their candy. Furthermore, he was succesful in materializing a bag of M&M's remotely into his shirt pocket upstairs via the same method. My Dad (the oldest of his brothers) believed these tricks until he was eight.
I believed that when i was 11 i would become a wizard like harry potter get a letter from hogwarts and get a magic wand. I looked forward to my 11th birthday so much. when i realised i wasnt magic i cried my eyes out at the thoughts of being a muggle. thats harry potter for you!!
I used to believe in magic and miracles...
When I was 9 years old I had this Barbie album with sticks on it and every night I wished that when I woke up in the morning I would have her wonderful clothes in my wardrobe. Of course, it did never happen, but I kept wishing for some time, till I stopped liking the Barbie and begun thinking it was kind of childish. Nowadays I canīt even believe waht kind of girl would wish that, but that was my belief.
Once my dad did that trick where make it look like you're taking off your thumb. I was pretty young and it scared the crap out of me. I started screaming and crying because I thought he had really taken it off.
When I was little (5~7, maybe), I used to spend Saturday nights at my Aunt Grace and Uncle Don's. so I could go to Sunday school with their 5 daughters. They had, on top of thei fridge, a white china hen, whose to lifted off. My Uncle would always give me a quarter to put in the chicken dish before bedtime. Then every Sunday morning, before breakfast, he'd suggest I check to see if the chicken layed more money~~and I'll tell you what...she always did....I was truly amazed each and every week, and totally believed in the chicken for quite some time.....it is one of my cherished memories, and even more so ,as my cousins say he never did it for ANYONE else. I'll never forget You, Uncle Don, or that magical chicken............