When my siblings and I were young, my dad and uncle used to tell us they were flying down into the woods and would bring back bananas. Of course, we weren't allow to follow them.
A red clay dirt road split the woods and a neighboring pasture. They'd take off running down the dirt road, flapping their arms as if they'd take to flight. They returned about fifteen minutes later with a bunch of bananas. Being under seven years old, we believed they were really doing this until finally, my oldest brother told us what they had done.
About thirty minutes beforehand, after they left the grocery store, they drove up the dirt road, put the bananas in the woods, and then they drove back around the loop and entered our driveway, as if they had come straight home. Since they were practical jokers, they got a kick out of tricking us. Even though it was a joke, this stirred our imaginations. Other similar events sparked our imaginations as well. I miss those days.