My superpowers were 1. reading books faster and at a higher level than the adults around me predicted, and 2. rendering myself invisible long enough to follow through on crazy goals before the adults noticed I was even gone.
My favorite story about being a kid: It was the first time I had ever been to an amusement park, and I was probably seven or eight. It was a pretty small-scale amusement park, actually, but I feel in love with the "big" rollercoaster the very first time I was on it. My cousins and the parental types were arguing about who got to choose the next ride, which I didn't care about, because I knew what I liked and wanted to go back to the rollercoaster. The adults had already doled out the allotment of tickets, so I went and stood in line for the rollercoaster, gave the man my ticket, and let him strap me in. It took off, gained speed, and crested the reeeally big hill, and I could look down and see the small but still recognizable people who were my relatives. Their heads were swiveling from side to side as if they were looking for something, and then, as one, everyone's head turned upward, so I could see their mouths hanging open, and their eyes met mine as I waved and cackled like a lunatic before the rollercoaster plunged downward.
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Date: 2013-06-08 10:29 pm (UTC)My favorite story about being a kid: It was the first time I had ever been to an amusement park, and I was probably seven or eight. It was a pretty small-scale amusement park, actually, but I feel in love with the "big" rollercoaster the very first time I was on it. My cousins and the parental types were arguing about who got to choose the next ride, which I didn't care about, because I knew what I liked and wanted to go back to the rollercoaster. The adults had already doled out the allotment of tickets, so I went and stood in line for the rollercoaster, gave the man my ticket, and let him strap me in. It took off, gained speed, and crested the reeeally big hill, and I could look down and see the small but still recognizable people who were my relatives. Their heads were swiveling from side to side as if they were looking for something, and then, as one, everyone's head turned upward, so I could see their mouths hanging open, and their eyes met mine as I waved and cackled like a lunatic before the rollercoaster plunged downward.
It was a perfect moment.