My Uncle, The Superhero

Uncle Marcus was a constant in my life, a bigger brother who was decades older than I was. My mom tells me it was like having two kids in the house when he came over. For about a week when I was a child, I believed he was a superhero. He told me he had the power to burn things just by touching them. All he had to do was think it. I was skeptical, but when he rubbed his hands together and then placed them on my forehead, I felt myself warm up. He said that it was just a demonstration. If he thought about it any harder, he'd turn me into a cinder. Later on, when I discovered I could do it too, he claimed that the power must have passed onto me. He said grandpa had it too and it must have skipped my dad. I was on top of the world, a kid with a super power. It wasn't until I went through a whole loaf of bread without being able to turn one slice into toast that I realized I was tricked.