I used to go to magic shows while I was in the 6th, 7th, and 8th grade. I would earn a ticket through a sponsor program. The magic was fantastically demonstrated. Smoke! Mirrors! A pair of women each stuffed in a black box, appearing to be sawed in two. I believed it. It seemed so real! This man was truly a magician if I had ever known one!

Behold, the man would take a loyal subject from the audience each year. I always wished to be selected. 6th grade, it was a boy with glasses and spiky hair. 7th grade, it was a tall fat boy with pimples. 8th grade, I was chosen!

He spent 45 minutes after the show with me. He showed me all of his tecniques. Lo and behold, every single magic trick I had marveled at before, and believed was true, was an elaborate hoax perpertrated over the entire audience. I was a little wiser that day. I never went to another magic show again.