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I used to believe that elfs lived in the hedge at the bottom of my garden!!
One year I actually lost my tooth as in I couldn't find it to put it under my pillow. I was so sure that I wasn't going to get any money because of it. My mom finally had me write the Tooth Fairy a letter explaining what happened so that I would stop freaking out.
When I was little I never bought the whole Santa Clause story but I did believe in the Tooth Fairy.
Every time I lost a tooth I'd be awake when "she" came in to put money under my pillow and take my tooth away.
I was always tempted to turn around and catch her in the act but I was afraid that she would bash me in the head with her magic wand, so I stayed put.
I called her the tooth-berry. And with my mothers' poor hearing I was never corrected. I believed that it was the 'tooth-berry' until the ninth grade when the classroom discussion turned to childhood fantasy figures. I had a quiet revelation. Geesh, that whole time I thought she lived in a vineyard. Now it makes sense why I never received any grapes.
When I was in pre-school, my friend's mother told me that she and all the other Irish people around turned into leprechauns on St. Patrick's day. I believed her - I didn't know what a leprechaun was, so I assumed that they turned into green bunnies.
When I was small, my mother and grandmother had huge iris gardens and they told me that faeries lifed in the top enclosed part of an iris flower. I'm 50 and still believe it.
Whenever I had my head turned the other direction, my dad told me that there were elves running across our fence. I never saw one. <sigh>
I actually used to believe that there was a fairy called 'Fairy Nuff'. When people said 'Fair Enough' I thought that they were referring to her/it.
that the nose fairy, evil cousin to the tooth fairy, would come and take your nose if you were bad
I used to believe that the fairies wrote letter to me, and that they worte them out relly small then flew round and round them until they got big enough for me to read.
It took years for my mum to tell me it was really her....
Belief no. 2 involves Vicky-the-girl-who-lived-up-the-road-in Kent. She looked quite pixie-ish and had a wierd cuckoo clock which, she claimed, could be used to communicate with the fairy world. I can remember on (sadly) more than one ocasion all the kids on the street going along to her bedroom to be transported to the fairy world. However there was always some reason why we couldn't go - it was too late, or the main person/fairy we needed to talk to wasn't in! Boo!
I believed that fairies lived in lamp posts - their front doors were the little holes where the key fits.
I used to believe in tooth fairies and I thought they would leave you presents under the pillow. One time I got a letter from a tooth fairy and it wasn't till I was older that I found out it was from my dad. All my beliefs are now shattered.
As a child I believed in fairies as I found one (a doll) in a tree on a walk with my brother and sister - only to find out later about aged 8, that my Dad had placed the dolls there a few minutes earlier. Embarrassing.