Learning to fly.

As a child I had convinced myself that I was going to be the tooth fairy. I'm not Joking. Every time I found out a classmate had a wobbly tooth, I'd sneak apples in their bags and other hard foods so they would lose the tooth while eating it. One day, a boy bit into the apple and lost his tooth. Thinking that my plan was going according to plan, I demanded the tooth in exchange for some old candy that had been sitting in my bag since the age of the dinosaur. I told the boy it was fossil that the tooth fairy gave me as a sign of my being her apprentice, and that since he was my first victim, he'd get the privilege of receiving it. The boy said only if I could fly, would he swap it with me. So I climbed up this huge tree which conveniently led to the top of some building. I sat on the edge and started wailing because it was really high. I was a seven year old on a building after all. He said that I won't get his tooth and poked his tongue at me. I got mad and jumped. I broke my arm.
To this day, I apologize to the teacher who had to witness such an event.