I see though your lies, kek. I was all kinds of superstitious when I was young(ages 8 to 14), I could never do things like the bloody Mary ritual because I didn't know if it was real or not and to my young mind, it very well could have been. Things like luck charms also seemed real to me, I used to carry around a 4 leaf clover because my mom said it would bring good luck, and I accepted that as a fact.
Deep down I really wanted something cool and otherworldly to happen in my life, but nothing like that every happened. It's too bad, because of the way quantum mechanics works(or how I thought it worked), I always held on to the idea that I might be one of the lucky versions of myself in the grand scheme of the infinite multiverse who would get to experience a more egocentric tailored universe to my personality, as if I was the main character in a TV show.
Fuck, that was like 10 years ago, childhood life was pretty awesome, too bad it's gone. Never will I have the kind of underdeveloped brain that doesn't stress about the future, living in the moment, and still open to the idea magic could exist.