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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).
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.
When I was 3 or 4 i thought that if i put mud, maple leaves, rocks, twigs, and ants into a bucket, stirred it with a large stick, dump it on the ground, and cover it with dry sand it would explode if someone i didn't like stepped on it.
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!
When I was about 4 or 5 years old my two older brothers would have me sit on the couch and close my eyes. It was only then that the couch would magically begin to fly and take me all over the neighborhood. My brothers would say "Look! There's your friend! Ooh, there's the park!" I couldn't open my eyes until we were back in the living room. I think it's cute the way they took time to entertain me like that. If only couches could really fly...
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 watch Tom and Jerry and Jerry would put on this cream called Vanishing Cream and he would disappear...I used to think this actually existed, and was disappointed to find out that actual vanishing cream doesn't make you disappear.
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.....
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
Back when I was a little kid, I thought that if I poured a "potion" (that was really mud and other random things found in the yard) on the deck in the backyard, it would transform into an airplane and I could fly to the North Pole where I would meet Santa. I attempted this multiple times, needless to say I was very disappointed.
When I was young I was taken to see an excellent theatre pantomine of Peter Pan- the performers (who I thought were really the characters) flew impressively around and out from the stage . . . for quite some time following I slept in a freezing bedroom (UK winters) insisting my bedroom window was left wide open every night in case HE came....
When I was about 3, I was on a cruise ship with my family, when this older man began to show me some magic tricks. The man did that one trick where it looks like you seperate your thumb in half. After I was amazed by what I saw, I begged if I could borrow his now unattatched thumb so I could show my mom, he refused so I got on my hands and knees and pleeded. I've always been VERY gullible
When I was 8 ys old, there was a tv-series about a magic ring and if you turned it around your finger, you could conjure up all kinds of things including, jewels, gold, money etc. My mom was a single parent and did not have much money. She complained about that a lot. I always told her that as soon as I would have found that magic ring, our situation would change dramatically. I had total faith in that.
I thought you could hypnotize people with a yoyo.
My Dad used to bring home mice from the pet store, and i believed him that he pulled them out from his belly button.
I used to belief everything my older brother said, so when he told me all about magic land I wanted to go there. All I had to do was find the magic sticks in the garden and break then in half to build up my powers. Then we would hold hands and spin in a circle to transport to magic land, I would never make it and would have to go back to finding my magic sticks untill next time.
Another one was when I had to get tubes in my ears to help me hear better, my brother had told me that my ears would be cut off, this lead to me escaping from my hospital bed and be chased down the hallways untill I eventually fell asleep from my anesthetic.
The first time my family bought a car with power windows my dad told me if I clap the windows will roll down or back up: magic windows!
When I was just 3 years old my 8 year old brother told me that he was gonna give me a magical power to run through a brick wall. Of course I believed him so when he said to put my hands behind my back and run towards the wall I did it......the result was a busted forehead and the realization that my brother must have done something wrong when giving me this magical power.
When I was little I thought my older sister's expensive lotions, soaps, and various other beauty products were ingredients for witches potions. (My mother loved pointing out that she named my sister Angelique after the witch in Dark Shadows and I thought that meant she was a witch!) Well, I wanted to do magic too so every time I took a bath, I'd mix her beauty stuff up together in an empty bottle, shake it around, and squirt it on my barbie dolls in the (hoping something would happen to them I suppose). I assumed nothing did because I wasn't a witch. My sister still doesn't know I wasted her products like that.
One time when I was 6 I was watching a magic show on TV and the magician was doing that trick where he cuts someone in half. Well, my sister told me that it's not a trick and they actually cut people in half and kill them! I believed it until I was 9 when I realized "Hey, if they kill them how do they get up and walk around after the trick?"
But until I thought of that I was scared of magicians.