When I was younger, I would have told you I was superstitious. As a kid, I was very gullible and believed many things adults would tell me. They are grownups after all. They wouldn’t tell a lie, now would they? At least that was my belief.
The little me would have told you my life was shrouded in bad luck stemming from an unfortunate accident involving a handheld mirror at the age of 4. If anything bad had happened after the mirror broke, it was because of my mistake of shattering that mirror.
Today, I believe, superstitions are silly and are only a way that ones imagination is used to put a blame on something other than themselves.