The first day I found out I could render myself invisible, I was seven. It was an exhilarating, liberating experience. It was the most significant thing to happen to me since the last summer, when I found out I could not fly, even if I took off from the highest branch I could find on a tree. Apparently it only worked for birds. I had a cool cast though.
My first invisibility test was my mother. With steady concentration to maintain my transparent condition, I ventured into the kitchen where she was preparing dinner. I stood there for five minutes and remained unnoticed the entire time. Then she turned and bumped into me, which jolted me and I lost control of the invisibility field.
"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't see you there!"
That was all I needed to hear. But what was I to do with this new found power? Would I use it for good or evil?
Well, seven-year-old minds wander, and soon I forgot about my quandary with morality. My new mission was to sneak up on the Hendersons' cat and scare it.
And that was how my mother got a call from a hysterical neighbor about a boy in a white sheet carrying his cat away.
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