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.