I used to be able to touch my nose with my tongue when I was a kid. Then I had my nose fixed and that was that. Much happier with the new nose than having that hidden talent
I have a very good sense of smell, so if I'm near someone I can usually tell what they've been doing the last hour or two. Sometimes I can even tell what they ate or did the night before, lol.
Flexibility! If that counts? As a ballet dancer limbs and back can go various directions. Either weirds out or amazes people if they see or find out what I do. Same with pointe shoes!
Let's see what else....I can make fart noises with my hands. And burp on command (Sooo attractive right? :lol3
I can also use my knees on the steering wheel and drive comfortably hands free. Don't worry, very rarely do it, for safety reasons. If I do it is on a very quiet country road and I need to blow my nose :lol3:
my 'hidden talents' aren't physical kinds. i'm very good at thinking 'outside the box', which gives me the ability to almost always come up with a solution to problems or complications. also, i'm very organized and am very goal oriented. being organized and goal oriented gives me the ability to plan and follow through on many things, including my short term and long term home improvement plans (and making sure the money is saved for them).
oh! i have one physical hidden talent. i can scrinch my tongue into the shape of a frog's foot, on it's own/without using my fingers.
It's pretty much a hidden talent at this point because it's been ages ago, but I took piano lessons for about 14 years. One of the dumbest things I ever did was to quit the lessons. I couldn't play in front of people, though, other than my family. When I was alone in the house, I could pound on those keys like there was no tomorrow. As soon as somebody walked in the door, though, I was done.
I made it through my first (and only) piano recital when I was a child. Mom said Dad was so proud he had tears in his eyes.
I wanted to take piano lessons when I was a child but my father wouldn't pay for the lessons or buy a piano. My father was very practical, a product of the depression. He had been an engineering major in college though he didn't finish because the money just wasn't there after the depression started. He had that practical logical engineer type mindset.
I would hear other girls complaining about having to take lessons and practice, I wanted to learn how to play. Of course had I been taking lessons and practicing, I may well have been one of the girls complaining.