As I kid, I believed in magic. And magicians. I believed in the tooth fairy, and Santa Claus too. So magic was not really that big of a stretch.
One day, in a magazine I was looking at, a little leaflet fell out. It was a postcard I could fill out to receive a box full of magic. I was six years old. This sounded awesome. Someone was going to send me the magic stuff, and I would soon be on my way to becoming a true magician. I believed that without question. So I filled out the information in my best 1st grader handwriting and checked the box that said, "Bill Me Later".
Within a few weeks, my box of magic arrived. But the box was much flimsier than I expected it to be. And as I pulled out the magical items, I was super disappointed to see a crappy plastic wand, and a dinky plastic flower. And a set of directions for a few tricks.
A set of directions? For magic? WHAT? This is not at all what I expected. I thought I was ordering magic. I didn't quite know what that meant, or what it would look like, but I was pretty sure I was going to know it as soon as I saw it. But THIS crap? This was NOT magic.
So I complained to my Mom. And then Mom started questioning me, "Where did you get this? Who gave this to you?" Then, all of the sudden, Mom seemed mad at me. I remember she either called or wrote a letter to the company berating them for fulfilling an order from a 6 year old.
I don't remember if we sent the fake magic back, or if we just threw it away. But that was the day the jig was up. Magic wasn't magical. Magic was just a load of TRICKS. Such a huge disappointment for a little kid. I thought I was going to really be able to make some stuff happen. Magical stuff. I had no interest in trickery.
But some days, life still shows me that there's a different kind of magic than what I had in mind when I was 6. And it this magic is real. And it doesn't require any trickery at all. (In some cases, it does require a harpsichord though!)