I used to read Enid Blyton books as a kid, and I used to want to believe that there were such thing as wishing well, or spells. During bath time, I would mix toothpaste, soap, shampoo, and all that you can think of in the basin, mumble some hocus pocus, and really and genuinely wish for the toy which my parents refused to get for me. It never worked
I used to believe that I could harness lightning. I would put a huge metal rod out of my window, hoping that lightning would strike it. What happens after, I do not know.
And I believed that if i was a "good boy" in class, by being quiet and obeying the rules, I will have many friends. I had that misconception when I was young. I never understood why the bullies, or supposedly the kids whom the teacher always scolded, had many friends.
I used to believe that I could harness lightning. I would put a huge metal rod out of my window, hoping that lightning would strike it. What happens after, I do not know.
And I believed that if i was a "good boy" in class, by being quiet and obeying the rules, I will have many friends. I had that misconception when I was young. I never understood why the bullies, or supposedly the kids whom the teacher always scolded, had many friends.
