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When I was little, Our car was one of the "new" remote control trunk opening type cars." So whenever we had to open the trunk, I was taught to say, "Abracadabra, Ala-Ka-Zam!" And then the trunk would magically open! I was very disapointed when it was just a button.
When i was little, about 6-7ish my sister and i were at out grandma's house after thanksgiving. She gave us a wishbone and told us to make a wish and break it. My wish was that birds would no longer have feathers. I won and imagined all the world's bird's feathers exploding off of the birds. Needless to say this didn't happen and my mother had no idea why i would wish for such a thing. My sister's wish was worse which was that she could have a peice of white bread.
I used to believe that if you stand on a tree stump and turn around and say a wish that it would come true. I was confused when it didn't work. I just made a full out of my self.
i use to believe that my dad stole my nose whenever my dad said "i got your nose!"
our uncle collected money from us and 'planted' it. he told us to water it regularly and we'd have a money tree for ourselves.
he pocketed the money when we left...
When I was little my grandfather used to make coins appear from behind my ears so I thought he had magic powers. I used to get angry when he said he didn't have money to buy me something I wanted because I couldn't understand why he wouldn't just make the money appear.
When I was about five years old, my parents took me to a local restaurant where we ran into one of Daddy's friends. He reached over and pulled a piece of bubble gum out of my ear, then a quarter out of my nose. Then, much to my amazement, he toss them into the air, and they disappeared!
I spent I don't know how many hours looking for gum and quarters on and around my body, then tossing random stuff up into the air (whacking into the ceiling) trying to make it disappear.
I'm sure my parents thanked their friend profusely.
my older sister convinced me that if i sat in our dressing-up box long enough it would transport me to another world, like Dr who. when i started to get fed up, she actaully covered the room in sheets and hid cadbury creme eggs everywhere and i thought it was easter land!
I used to think that these icicle ornaments on our Christmas tree were magic wands. I would take them off and perform magic all over the house. Once I waved it over my room saying that the magic would clean my room. I was proved right when I came back and my room was clean. I found out later that my mom did it for me so I would continue to believe in magic.
My dad used to tell me that I could open the garage door just by pointing at it. It took me a few years to realize he was using the automatic garage door opener behind his back.
i use to believe that my tv was made out of magic.
My Dad used to do a little trick where he'd take a penny and cup it between his hands, let me blow on his fingers, and then shake his hands and the penny would disappear! WOW! And then he'd retrieve it from my ear! DOUBLE WOW!
I was so enamored of this trick that I pestered him all the time to perform it. Finally he said it only worked with 1943 pennies, and he didn't have one on him today... but if I had one he'd do it.
Of course, 1943 pennies were made of steel-coated zinc (copper was needed for the war effort) and are really rare in circulation. But I didn't know that, I'd just scamper off to rifle through my piggy bank for twenty minutes, unintentionally leaving my dad in peace.
I used to believe that if I cut out a picture of something, it would materialize, but I found out after cutting out a diamond ring, that it wasn't real.
When I was about five or six, I read in the back of a comic book that you could learn to throw your voice - the drawing showed a man standing there smiling while his voice was coming out of a suitcase. I promptly got out my mom's train case, talked into it and quickly shut the lid. Unfortunately, when I opened the lid again, my voice did not come out. I just couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong.....
When my sister was younger, I could make her believe anything I wanted. She used to belive that I had magical powers and could make lost items appear. This was because I would hide them and tell her to close her eyes and "chant" while I put the thing in front of her.
I was magic and had coins that could appear behind my ears. My very old, very credible neighbor used to pull them out for me.
At 4, I believed that dice worked by changing the number of dots when you throw them on the table, by some kind of internal mechanical magic. When I first tried my hands on one, I couldn’t make it shift, and assumed I simply wasn’t old enough to produce the force needed.
I used to believe it was possible for me to leave a bunch of dominos on a table in a random layout, name a shape, leave the room for 60 seconds, then come back in and the dominos would have magically rearranged themselves into whatever shape I'd said.
I later realised this had worked because my grandparents had been present in the room when I first put the dominos out, and they'd heard me declare what shape I wanted. When I left the room, they of course did the rearranging.
As a kid I was fascinated and astounded by some of the feats and illusions I saw magicians perform on TV. I am still astounded by them to this day but now know, sadly that their is a "trick" to every bit of magic they perform.
I remeber wanting a Fisher-Price magic set for Christmas and when I got it I was ecstatic. I knew though, having read the books and saw the "tricks" behind the magic that this wasn't a "real" magic set and asked my parents for a real magic set to do real magic tricks with. A dream shattered when I learned the truth.
A part of me still believes in real magic though
my Grandmother told me that Trapeeze artists were fille with water only so they could bend easily whilst performing. I'm 42 now and still think of this . . .