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I used to believe that I could float like magicians do on tv and that if I was walking and started to float I could glide around places.
When i was very, VERY little, i used to believe in magic like wizardry, and stuff like that, so i took a stick off of the tree in my backyard and started to wave it around but sadly nothing happened. So, i just kept that belief until i was 9 years old, at that point i just gave up. But now, i really wish i kept my imagination, that way, i could still do what i love, .....................................................being a kid!!!!!!!!!!
I used to believe that my dad use to find magic balls behind my ears and catch them in a paper bag.
One day at daycare we watched a McDonalds movie thing and a guy on there said if you can't see them they can't see you.Ya...hide and seek wasn't my strong suit.
When I was like, four or something, I saw this magician who, I COULD SWEAR, made a paper airplane and it morphed into a dove WHILE IT WAS FLYING! This was NOT ON TV!!! THIS WAS LIVE IN FRONT OF A WHOLE BUNCH OF THREE-TO-FIVE-YEAR-OLDS! How he did this, I don't know. Has anyone else seen this?
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 in 2nd or 3rd grade a friend told me I was magic and in order to find my magic wand I had to go to my closet and find a door and go in and I would be in a magic forest and find my magic wand there. I actually believed her and spent a long time looking for that door. LOL
By the time my little brother was 3 I started doing magic tricks for him. I told him my magic was real and he belived it. Until I finally told him the truth when he was 5 he beleived I hid my magic from him in my large intestants!
I believed magic tricks are performed by hypnotising people and it works through eyes. i experimented closing my eyes during magic shows many times just so it will not work on me. Didnt really work you see and now I am even more confused.
I loved tricking my brother, so I told him I have magic powers. He actually believed me. So, to show him, I went to the outside basement door and pretended to put a spell on it. I went inside and he satyed out. I ran back out and told him that it was a land of 'SCARINESS!!!!' He still won't go in there until I reverse the spell.
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.
When I was little, my dad used to do a 'magic trick' where he would get me to pick a card, seemingly at random, from the pack then lead me on a warmer/colder search for my card which would turn up in a seemingly impossible place such as CD case on the other side of the room or his back pocket. I would always ask him to repeat it, only to be told he had to have time to 'store up some magic'. What was really happening was that we had a set of two decks with different colured backs and he was hiding one card in advance and forcing the same one from the other deck, I just never noticed the different colour. I genuinely believed my dad had magical powers of teleportation and only found out the truth when he told me at the age of about 11 out of guilt.
When I was little (5~7, maybe), I used to spend Saturday nights at my Aunt Grace and Uncle Don's. so I could go to Sunday school with their 5 daughters. They had, on top of thei fridge, a white china hen, whose to lifted off. My Uncle would always give me a quarter to put in the chicken dish before bedtime. Then every Sunday morning, before breakfast, he'd suggest I check to see if the chicken layed more money~~and I'll tell you what...she always did....I was truly amazed each and every week, and totally believed in the chicken for quite some time.....it is one of my cherished memories, and even more so ,as my cousins say he never did it for ANYONE else. I'll never forget You, Uncle Don, or that magical chicken............
Once my dad did that trick where make it look like you're taking off your thumb. I was pretty young and it scared the crap out of me. I started screaming and crying because I thought he had really taken it off.
i use to believe that my dad stole my nose whenever my dad said "i got your nose!"
When I was little, I used to believe that if i went head first into bed, with my feet by the pillow and my head under the sheets at the foot of the bed, that it would keep expanding and would become a magical passageway to Disney World.
I used to believe in magic and miracles...
When I was 9 years old I had this Barbie album with sticks on it and every night I wished that when I woke up in the morning I would have her wonderful clothes in my wardrobe. Of course, it did never happen, but I kept wishing for some time, till I stopped liking the Barbie and begun thinking it was kind of childish. Nowadays I canīt even believe waht kind of girl would wish that, but that was my belief.
I believed that when i was 11 i would become a wizard like harry potter get a letter from hogwarts and get a magic wand. I looked forward to my 11th birthday so much. when i realised i wasnt magic i cried my eyes out at the thoughts of being a muggle. thats harry potter for you!!
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
I used to have a little plastic pig that I pointed to the teacher so she won't give me so much homework to do.
My brother believed that too, so I would keep the pig for one week and he would have it the other week.