I've often thought about doing things that are impossible for me because I'm not a super person.
For instance, if I could fly just like a bird without machines or hang gliders, the first thing I would do is paint a huge happy face on one of Ottawa's big water towers.
I would fly up to my neighbour's second story bedroom window and make faces
while I'm talking about impossiblities, I might just as well wish myself a pair of fine feathered angel wings. I would fly to the Notre Dame cathedral in Montreal, and fly around just above the priest's head during high mass.
I would perch on the wing of a 747 in full flight, and knock on windows, from the outside. Since I would have to be wearing a Scott air pack for oxygen, the people on the inside would see me as something straight out of the Twilight zone.
I would do all this mischef making in the middle of the night under a full moon. Things are so much more creepy fun under a full moon than a bright sun.