The very first time that I showcased my odd abilities was when I was only three years old. Of course, because I was so young, I don't remember all the exact details. But my mother likes to bring it up every once and a while to hold it over my head. She tells me that it was one of the most terrifying moments of her entire life, even though she was only nineteen years old when it happened.

It was right after lunch, and I had been contently watching a show about a bunch of overweight aliens. I had been fine, but when the first show ended, I got up and went into the kitchen demanding chocolate milk from my mother.

"Kira-baby!" You just had some choco." My mother scolded me, shutting her magazine as she turned to me. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to my forehead, then gently fixed a part of my blonde hair.

But because I was only three years old, that logic didn't quite get to me. I pouted and big tears ended up forming in my big blue eyes.

"Honey, please…" She started, but then it began so she wasn't able to finish her sentence.

Everything in the kitchen began to shake violently. Pans were slamming together above our heads, the drawers were sliding open and the things on the refrigerator were sliding down onto the ground. The floor beneath our feet was bouncing, almost sending my mom out of her chair.

Of course, my mom's first reaction was that an intense earthquake was happening. Years of earthquake drills had her down good, but because we were on the bottom floor of a five story building, she decided to not get under the table. So she grabbed me by under my arm pits, and ran out of the kitchen. As she ran, she didn't notice that nothing else in the house was moving.

We reached outside, only to see that everything was still outdoors. There was no shaking out here, but we could still hear the kitchen shaking from outside with the door open. My mother was confused as she looked around, the streets basically empty.

A thousand questions went through her mind as she stood outside, holding me. Slowly, she set me down as I wanted to get out of her arms. All became clear to her when the chocolate milk came floating out of the house. I jumped in the air quickly and wrapped my arms around the carton, smiling happily.

"Choco!"

My memory is basically non-existent up to this point. I only remember two things, both of which happened after it. One, my mother taught me that I couldn't do this whenever I wanted something. She spanked me and told me that what I had done was wrong. That what I had with me, was something that I couldn't use against people to get my way. Two, it was the first time I saw my red headed neighbor.