If you could pick a power, fantastic, profound, what would you pick??
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I'm hoping this question was as common amongst your collective childhoods as it was mine.
Before rushing off to answer (and I would very much be expecting that you answer below), allow me a moment to explain my thoughts regarding my initial adolescent answer. Possibly, if interest has held, you'll discover my reaction to the first power picked; You should also find even further into reading, a second choice. This secondary ruling, an undeciding, it still stands.
For reasons I've not the time to explore this moment, adult 
Now let's get started.
When I was very small, I must assume I developed my mind at triumphant, yet peculiar pace. If I did not then my family, their friends, even strangers were phenomenal at hiding this reality. The thing I most recall from my years as a toddler is how frequently I was praised for my mind, as well as how often lofty goals had been thrust upon me. The thing I recall slightly less, but nonetheless paints my memory with comical intensity, is how often I had to prove my worth through impressive feats of intellect. If I didn't show signs of knowledge far beyond my few year(s), I found a feeling of existing behind a curtain. What I felt was neglect.
I'm not fussing about this, or 'calling out' my very young parents. Life is an adventure, a journey, and each story has conflict. My parents were already striving to hold together a family of five when I arrivedon scene, bawling and blue. My mother was a mere twenty four when I saw birth, and my dad had pressure I could never understand. The man decided to raise me, to work it out for the fam, with undeniable evidence my origin was not of this man. He had undergone surgery after my older brother was born, surgery to ensure he'd impregnate no more.
If I needed to prove to the world I had worth, then so be it.
I must have been about three, approaching four years on earth when posed this question of superpowers. I thought it a challenge, as I did all questions aimed to me, and felt an uproarous vigor to answer slower and with more care than the other tiny humans which surrounded me. Thoughtfully, even.
My uncle thought this a curiousity, and perpetuated what I had come to glean from adult interactions with a comment akin to, "Look,
This of course required I spend more time concocting my reply. I needed something cool, something useful, like superstrength or flight. I had to guarantee my answer was clever, though, so innovation was my primary focus and drive.
I had it.
"I would choose time travel. But I would restrict it! I can only go back to warn myself about the future so I can plan out my moves. Otherwise it's too good."
That tiny devil! I had entirely missed the grander point on the genius of this, in that traditional time travel brings up plotholes, timeline confusion, even deus ex issues too grand to count. With simple time messaging I had avoided all of this, never grasping the weight of how clever this was.
What I thought was incredible at the time was the reinvention of a power. I had innovated for possibly my first time. And as a cherry on top, what other kid will opt for limitation to his power? I was on top of the world.
If kindness entraps you many severe degrees greater than it does me, I have faith you will meet me over in part 2, to follow.
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