I don’t know what I am.  No, that’s not true; I know I am a disappointment.  Gran looks at me and sighs, tears well in her eyes.  Then she badgers me to do something magical.  But I can’t.  All I do is fail. 

I don’t think the magic will ever happen.

I don’t understand why Uncle Algie is always trying to kill me.  He tried to drown me last week.  Look, oh god, here he comes again.  Upside down, out a window...

Jesus, falling…falling…ground coming up too fast, too hard…

God, I bounced.

Maybe I am a wizard after all.