I wish I could run through a solid brick wall and leave nothing but a perfect AKA-shaped hole in my wake.
I wish I could run off a cliff and keep going, running through the air before the awareness that solid ground has disappeared hits me. I'd be suspended in thin air for a scant few seconds before plummeting into a canyon as I vanish into a cloud of dust.
I wish explosives could go off in my face and leave nothing more than blackened scorch marks and burnt hair which would magically disappear before the next scene.
I wish the soundtrack to my life was the sound of tightly-coiled springs twanging and cymbals clashing.
I wish life was like a Looney Tunes cartoon. I’d let the worst happen, dust myself off, and let Porky Pig wave the audience goodbye.
You do realise, this means war.