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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."
I was given a single boxed magic trick where you could do an illusion that made it look like you could pass a magic wand through a £5 note.
I practised until I finally felt ready to try out my new found skills. I did so on a man who had come to demonstrate a stupidly expensive vaccuum cleaner.
Once he had shampooed our living room I showed him the trick. He immediately pointed out that the magic wand was in two pieces and secretly contained magnets inside - then left the room with a smug grin.
I used to believe if I concentrated hard enough I could move stuff.
When my sister and I were little, my mum used to tell us she could see through walls.
Every time we tried to steal biscuits from the biscuit tin, she would shout from another room "I can see through walls, you know!"
We boasted to all of our friends that our mum had X-ray vision and really believed it, for years!
It was only later that it dawned on us she could just hear the sound of the lid being lifted...
I used to believe that by holding one hand over my eye and keeping my eyes open, that i could magically "see through my hand". When I introduced this trick to the rest of the class, we all felt like we had discovered something amazing that Adults had missed of years!
My mum used to take us to the park to visit the 'magic cheggy tree'. We held hands, closed our eyes and shouted 'Izzy wizzy lets get busy CHEGGYS' and conkers would come raining down from the tree. Even though I'm now 31, my mum still insists it was really magic.
i used to believe that i could levitate objects by sheer force of will...when i was 4 years old my mum found me under an upturned huge oak table...there may have been something to it, but i can't do it anymore
My dad was Magic and could prove this by telling me whatever card I had plucked from a pack and replaced was. This was only rumbled to be false when by chance I replaced the card in exactly the same place I had taken it from, as my dad had arranged the deck and defused his "magic" ability.
I used to believe that my dad use to find magic balls behind my ears and catch them in a paper bag.