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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.
When I was about two or three years old, my dad used to play a game with me. What he would do was take his socks off, then he made me run around the house for a few minutes. When I came back, he had no socks with him and claimed that he had the ability to send them to "Magic Land." When I ran around the house again, the socks were back in his hands. I believed this for about a month until my mom (who is a total killjoy) videotaped my dad and showed that he never sent the socks to "Magic Land," but hid them under the chair cushions instead. Boy, was I mad. I wouldn't speak to my dad for days. Still, sometimes I believe that there could be a "Magic Land" in existence when a sock turns up missing...
Yesterday I realised that invisible ink doesn`t make me invisible.
I used to believe that if I was very still and very quiet, that I would turn invisible. I was sorely disappointed to find out that it didn't work.
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 we were kids, my sisters and i had a superstition that while we rode home from one grandmother's house to our other grandparents' house where we stayed when visiting, if we kept our eyes closed and our teeth and fingernails hidden from the trees on each side of the road so they couldn't see the gleam from them, when we got there, our cousins would be visiting and we could play with them. it seemed to work every time!
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.
i believed that if i jumped down the stairs with an umbrella i would float around like marry poppins. i disproved this by learning it the hard way.
My Dad used to tell me and my brother about this stuff called "shrinking powder" if you took it you would be reduced in size so much you could play in your matchbox cars.
For years i put it on my xmas list and never got it.
When I was little my Nanna told me that she was making up a potion so we could live in my dollhouse together. We'd even save teh toothpicks from sandwiches to poke the cats in the feet in case they tried to eat us. I alwasy wondered what was taking her so long to come up with the potion, and was really upset when I realized there was none.
When I was 6 up to 8 I practiced my own imaginary Witchery I used to go in my Grandad's garage and pretend to make potions with saw dust, water and anything I could get my hands on in a giant mixing bowl which I pretended was a cauldron and I would try and conjure up spells to try and turn my ugly fat rotten so called step father into a bug so I could squash him dead!!! Hahaha no such figgin look, my mom did leave him in the end thank frig.
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.
Whenever I was a kid, I had this belief that putting a tea towel over the toaster and turning it on was some how going to produce a magic trick.
I tried this once and my parents came in wondering where all the smoke was coming from, with me standing over this slightly on fire towel.
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.
when i was younger my brother told me that if i left my old shoes on the front porch an ostrich would come by and replace them with a new pair
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.
when I was little, my family had one of those minivans with an automatic door. longer than I would ever admit, I thought that in order to open the door, you had to say "open sesame!". I discovered, to my disapointment, that it was only a button much later.
When I was little I though somewhere in the playground was a gate way into different 'magic lands' and that you had to preform a ritual to get in there. I still remember going to mermaid land and playing all by myself in the playground talking to myself and imaginary people, I didn't know why everyone stopped playing with me all of a sudden........
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.
I used to believe that the background music in movies helped the actors do their stunts (i.e the music from e.t helped Elliot's bike take flight) and that if you copied the song in your head you could do the stunt. However, i tried the trick with my first bike and i didn't work. Bummer.