When I was a very
little girl, I believed my
father was the
greatest magician that ever lived. He used to do
amazing things, like telling me to
close my eyes and then making my
glass of milk disappear (by
hiding it behind the
milk carton). It was the most
wondrous phenomenon in the world.
I was a pretty gullible kid. I also believed that brown cows produced chocolate milk. I'm not sure why, but most of my beliefs involved milk in some way.