I amd my two brothers came home from watching "Peter Pan" (the original cartoon version, not that horrible Robin Williams thing) and I was convinced I could leap from furniture to top of door to tip of roof, defying gravity like Peter.
My mother was not amused with the furniture part.
My mother was not amused with the furniture part.
Neither was mine, but I watched the Mary Martin TV version...THAT'S how old I am (and you could even see the strings). I just didn't understand weightlessness or trajectory. Or how to fix a lamp without Mom finding out.
I spent a lot of time in my room, not so voluntarily. And what did I do when I was in there? Reading. I would have loved Harry Potter when I was a kid.