A childhood belief about fairies

When I was young I somehow came to believe that there were fairies living in a tall, pine tree in our yard. The bark reminded me of hundreds of little doors and I thought that if I could only "open" one of the doors I could meet a fairy. I dug holes in several of the pieces and even used a key to an antique hutch to try to turn the "secret locks" on the "doors"--in other words--the holes I had made in the trees. One day my mom caught me "digging" in the pine tree bark with the key and asked me what the hell I was doing. She also told me that what I was doing could make the tree sick by exposing it to diseases of vegetation. I stopped, but I continued to believe that there were fairies in there that only came out at night.