One of my earliest memories is of playing with my Granddad. Already well into his 70s when I was born, he wasn’t a real natural with children. But he loved being around his grandchildren and sometimes (usually with a little awkwardness), he tried to entertain us.
One day, when I was very small, he sat me on his knee, and began to sing the nursery rhyme ‘Two little dickie birds’. He’d stuck a small piece of paper to each forefinger, and as he sang ‘Fly away Peter, fly away Paul’, he lifted his fingers over his shoulders, then returned them with the paper mysteriously missing. As he sang ‘Come back’ to the birds, they ‘reappeared’ on his fingers.
I was dumbfounded! My Granddad was so magical he could make paper birds disappear and reappear on his fingers! It was many years later I realised he must have simply swapped fingers!