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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 . . .
When I was young and saw an orchestra playing I used to believe the conductor was waving a magic wand and making the instruments play by themselves.
I would get down on my hands and knees and spin around as fast as I could. I thought I was going so fast, I would look like a blur. I would keep asking my parents if they could still see me.
I got a 'magic' pack of cards once and all the cards were of the 9 of hearts. I didn't know this and when I saw that they were all the same I thought I had done this and changed them. I remember constantly trying to change them back to normal but it just wouldn't work.
I used to believe in magic, and one year I wanted a magic set.
On Christmas Eve I dreamed of all the things I would do to people at school.
I was so upset to find out that magic is completely fake - I'm still amazed by magic though!
When I was younger, I bought one of those pocket money magic tricks, you know, the cup and ball one. Believeing it to be truly magic, I poped the ball into the cup and tried in vain to make it vanish. I used all sorts of 'magic' words, but each time I removed the lid, it was still there. :o( It wasn't until I notice the half ball, played a major role in making it 'vanish'. Magic would never be the same again for me.
I used to believe that my grand father was a magician and that he could make me vanish!! I could walk all round the house with no-one seeing me. It never occurred to me that all of the other adults were in on the gag and just pretended that they couldn't see me. i really believed that he had actually made me disappear!
One day when we were driving to the airport to pick up our au pair my Dad exclaimed with real worry in his voice 'Oh no I'm running out of petrol, quick Alice do your magic - we need a petrol station right now.'
I said 'Abracadabra please make a petrol station appear.'
Less than a minute later we turned around a bend and there it was - I was amazed
After that Dad often asked me to do my magic when we were running low on fuel. He always injected a degree of urgency into the scenario.
It was great - I remember feeling so incredibly special and useful.
I was about 10 when I realised Dad knew where all the petrol stations were
and was 'engineering my magic.'
I used to believe magic was real. Every time I had a birthday and would be ready to blow out the candles, or had a wishbone to break, I would wish for the same thing: "I wish I was magic." If I was magic, I could do anything, and have anything I wanted, so it seemed like the perfect wish. After about 10 years of waiting, I gave up and started wishing for more realistic things.
Thanks to the Harry Potter phenom, I worry that thousands of similar wishes will be wasted! (I don't really worry about it - just thought I'd share).
When i was very little - maybe 6 - my parents had a halloween party for me and all my little friends. At the end of the evening she got us all together and showed us an enormous bucket of water, saying she was going to make a spell to turn us all into frogs. She let us stir the water then sent us off to find plastic bugs she had hidden around the house. When we were all back together she collected the bugs, threw them in the potion and gave it a stir. She then picked up the heavy bucket full of water, counted to 5 and threw it all over us cringing kids. Instead of getting wet we found ourselves showered with confetti. My friends (and i ) truely believed that my mum could do magic!
Another thing my dad would do was to place his hands over his nose and twist it to one side. This would be accompanied by a loud *crack* and him wincing. I was in awe. When i finally found out how to do the nose cracking trick I fooled all my friends who thought i was gross but cool
my dad used to drive me insane with this: he would stand a few metres away from me, tell me to pick up an invisible ball from the ground and throw it into the bag. I would clearly hear the ball hitting the bag and falling inside. It took me years to work out how it was done but then the magic was all spoiled
When I was 6 years old, I used to watch old reruns of shows like BeWitched and I dream Of Jeannie. I came to the belief that anybody could develop powers, as long as you put your mind to it.
One morning, my belief was "confirmed" when the sun shone in me throug hmy window, waking me up. Disgruntled, I thought really hard about making the sun move, and with a wave of my hand, attempted to make the sun move. Well, it worked. The sunlight dissappered. Amazed, I kept waving my hand back and forth, making the sunlight come back in the room and go out. Apparently, my dreams were dashed when I learned there's such a thing called clouds. Funny.
When I was young I read a "Raggedy Ann & Andy" book, where Raggedy Ann was only able to avoid an evil spell by having her fingers crossed. For months afterward I kept my fingers crossed all the time, to ward off any attacks.
My dad used to play this invisible ball trick on me. One day I accually felt the ball in my hand and I started to play with it. But soon I lost it and for years I would ask my dad to goto the store and buy me a new one.
when i was little, i prayed that my cat would turn into prince charming. that frog did in that one fairy tale, so why couldnt my cat?
When I was younger my sister and I would "do magic"..I had the ability to make my underware magically appear on the outside of my pants....to this day I am amazed at how I did this trick...not sure how I did it at the time...but dang I was good!!!
My younger sister for many years believed she had a magic foot. She was never naughty and any bad behaviour or mischief was caused by her magic foot not her. I was jealous I didnt have a magic foot too
I used to believe that if you put a single strand of hair into a jar of water it would turn into a snake. Horse hair was supposed to work best.
I had an uncle who was a pretty good amatuer magician. He could perform a wide variety of impressive card tricks and optical illusions. But the one that really got me, terrified me, really, was the old "seperating thumb trick."