I used to believe…
hi. i'm 12 and i imagine that my yard, (which is very forest-like) is a preserve for fairies. my parents are the caretakers. (but they really don't know it) one day, i planted a little garden of my own in the back. it is now the home of the fairy queen. she was so greatful that she gave me a kiss on the forehead which gave me the power to talk to the fairies in their language. though to me, it sounds like english. i don't know most of the fairies, but a few have spoken to me. i have a small stack of papers with drawings of the fairies i have met. someday there'll be a BUNCH of pictures in there.
whenever there's sick or hurt fairies, i nurse them back to health.
well, i have to go and check the preserve, so i have to stop writing.
