In my deepest memories I am standing at the top of those playgrounds, I was completely by myself waiting for my Mother to pick me up outside of Church. I was being watched over sure, they didn't let everyone wander off or hurt themself in anyway but for the sake of the story I was by myself for this experience. The wind was blowing, not hard enough to make the branches of the surrounding trees but they were bending enough to lend me cautious. I couldn't have more than 2 or 3 at the time as it was the first time I saw branches bow like that, and with enough time I waved away the sight with my hands hoping to render the scene to be as pleasant as it once stood.
Which to my surprise happened to my will, I moved my hands in a different direction and the wind blew towards it. Even changing the aim did the same effect and I knew then that this was not a power innate to me it was by very definition another force moving the trees, one unseen yet observable.
I kept this with me for awhile for at the time I was still learning to speak properly. As the anniversary of the topic is coming up I decided to finally jot down this encounter as it may help others as well as hopefully lead to answers I may seek.
Which to my surprise happened to my will, I moved my hands in a different direction and the wind blew towards it. Even changing the aim did the same effect and I knew then that this was not a power innate to me it was by very definition another force moving the trees, one unseen yet observable.
I kept this with me for awhile for at the time I was still learning to speak properly. As the anniversary of the topic is coming up I decided to finally jot down this encounter as it may help others as well as hopefully lead to answers I may seek.