I first saw the man bring down lighting when I was a young kid. The man would come to our little town and perform to us once a year.
I remember how we children watched and tried to remember all the moves he did. Tried to Remember because we wanted to be able to do what he always finished his shows with doing.
We wanted to know how the man was able to bring down lightning.
Those days where good, happy, and I didn’t have a care in the world. Except one, I wanted to, no I needed to, find out how the man was able to bring down lighting.
It was all I could think about, all I wanted to think about.
My father would always sit out on the porch and complain about the sound, and he would always be in a grumpy mood when I got home. But I didn’t care about that, all I cared about was finding out how the man was able to bring down lightning.
My mother always told me that I should grow up and not a magic tricks. But I couldn’t, she didn’t understand that this was the only thing I wanted.
I wanted to bring down lightning.
But I was a child, what did I know about magic? Nothing. And in my naive young mind, I thought everything was real.
I thought the man broth down lightning for real.
And I wanted to do the same.
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