Trees came to life at night and their shadows moved across the wall.
You had to keep your window closed or they could snatch you out of bed.
I could fly with an umbrella.
I could happen if the wind is just right.
You can see these were some silly things. And there are others, but I won't bore you.
I've grown up now. Matured. Put away childish thoughts and things.
For the most part.
I sometimes keep the wishbone.