When I was a kid (an apprently delusional kid), i would sometimes sit on my bed and stare at the door, willing it to slam shut. I would concentrate so hard and imagine that I could just feel it about to happen. I always wanted to so badly to be able to move ob
Also, sometimes when playing around outside on a somewhat windy day, I would imagine that I could control the wind. I would watch the wind blow through the tall trees, and direct it with my hands, like a symphony.