I am Able to Walk on Walls and Ceilings | Animated Story

Just imagine a baby who has just started to crawl, but it does this not like ordinary babies, but contrary to the laws of physics... Yeah, you got it right, already at the age of 6 or 7 months, I was quickly crawling onto the walls and ceiling driving my parents crazy by doing this. By the way, for my dad, who is a physicist and biologist, it was really mind-blowing. For many years, he has been studying gravitational force and the possibilities of a human being, but now his newborn daughter destroys his views and beliefs like a house of cards. What is going on actually? And then my dad gathered his best colleagues in the field of science and together they began to study my phenomenon. As a result, after several years of conducting research, they were able to determine that lymph-based bio-glue is released by my feet and hands, and this happens only at those moments when I want this. In other words, when I was about to climb a wall, ceiling, or any other vertical surface, I gave a command to my body to release a special glue so as not to fall down. Well, what a smart and sophisticated system... In general, because of my superpowers, my parents and I shudder when thinking about my early childhood because every now and then, I climbed to different heights, sometimes got unstuck from them, and fell down on purpose or just made bad jumps. So, during the first years of my life, I had 5 fractures and 3 concussions. Police inspectors even came to our house to see why my parents didn’t take proper care of me. But I welcomed the law enforcers sitting on the ceiling next to the chandelier, so there was no need to ask further questions anymore. And my mother was really afraid that I would have problems with my head, so for some time, she was constantly making me wear a protective helmet. In short, I was very lucky that I did not go crazy and lived to be 14 years old despite the fact that almost no one believed in this. Fortunately, the older I got, the better I assessed my capabilities and the less I was engaged in self-destructive activities. For example, when I went to school, I knew that if I tried to jump from one place on the ceiling to another, there was a ninety-nine percent probability that I would not reach my destination and if I got unstuck from the ceiling, then I would get a concussion. What a pity that I was not born with this knowledge. My head is so poor; it had to live through so many things before I began to understand at least something. In fact, as it turned out, my superpower can be not only the way to fool around, but also a source of income and a tool to achieve my goals. But I realized this only when I had enough experience and was self-aware. So, by the end of the first grade, it dawned on me that for my classmates, and, in fact, for all the students of our school, my ability was like real magic, and every moment when I appeared on stage, or, more precisely, on the wall, was a very interesting and important event for them. Moreover, they are ready to pay money for this show, just like they pay for the tickets to the circus, for example. From that moment on, I started not only giving performances for money once a week, but also stopped showing my abilities at any other time. This was necessary in order to keep at bay those who love freebies. I must admit that this was not easy. Every now and then I stopped myself when I was about to leave the school through the window or bypass the line to the canteen through the ceiling. Oh, those habits. As it turned out, it was very difficult to get rid of them. By the time when I got to the fifth grade, I gave performances not only in my school, but also in the neighboring ones, and even began performing together with a group of illusionists. And this was a completely different level and completely different money. And once my ability even saved my life. On that day, I came home from school very tired, so I lay down to have a rest and did not notice how I fell asleep. I woke up because I had a sore throat and could not breathe. After opening my eyes, I saw only thick clouds of smoke in front of me and could not orient in the environment. I groped my way to the front door, but there was no key in it. Damn key! Where did I put it? At that moment, I totally forgot that when we come home, we hang the key on a special holder right next to the door, and this tradition is already about 10 years old. But stress and zero visibility did their job so I ended up locked in my own apartment during the fire. Then I felt that I started to suffocate and was about to lose consciousness so I rushed to the window. I got out of it and got down from the eleventh floor to the ground through the building wall. At that time, there were many gawkers outside. Most of them were filming me on their phones and shouting that it was probably the soul of the person who died during the fire that left the body. No one has called me that before... #entertainment #animationstory #shortstory #febspot