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Once I received my first dollar bill from the Tooth Fairy, it dawned on me that that was where all money must come from. So I used to believe that the Tooth Fairy made our money. It was even further proven to me by that cursive signature at the bottom of paper money. I couldn't read yet and I thought it said "Tooth Fairy".
Disney once told me Every time a baby giggles a fairy is born. I believed it and asked my mom how many times i giggled!
when i was little i used to believe the 'fairy dust' that was sprinkled over my dollar i received when i lost a tooth would make me fly, so i would collected up the dust and sprinkle it over myself and spend my afternoons jumping off the bottom of my stairs...
I use to believe in the toothfairy until i found all my missing baby teeth in my mom's jewlery box drawer.
I used to believe that the tooth fairy would take your tooth, and add it to her home, like her home was a palace made out of all the teeth in the world, and that she had a section of her palace for each person, and she would have molar stools and teeth walls, etc., and that she would label the rooms according to your name, like: Adora Fae's room, it used a lot of imagination, but when I was 7 I stopped believing in the tooth fairy, but before that, I used to think that she was evil, and hated me, because I lost my tooth on Christmas, and she didn't come... :(
When I was little there was this gardening store by where i lived. It was set up really nice there was a gazebo and they decorated it for all of the holidays. They had the most amazing looking plants. It looked magical so until i was about 8 i believed that it was run by faeries.
I used to believe the Tooth Fairy was a small winged rabbit dressed like Tinkerbell.
When I lost my first tooth the tooth fairy left me a note under my pillow and signed it Phoebe. I was little and had never seen this name before so as i tried to pronounce it out loud my mom corrected my pronunciation halfway through the name, from across the room. Nice job mom, I didn't even get to believe in the tooth fairy. Maybe she did it so she didn't have to give me any money.
i used to believe that i had really long blonde hair like repanzel and that i used to swing from trees with my long hair.
When I was young I was so convinced that the Tooth Fairy was real. My dad is so creative, he made "a tooth fairy trap", I can barely remember it but it involved string and paper and like a cage... we set down ink so she would walk in it and leave foot prints. The next morning there was little footprints all over my paper and money under my pillow. I understood completely why she didnt get caught, cause she is way too little and fast. when i got older i realized my dad used my Barbie shoes to create the footprints.. :(
Up until I was 9 years old, I was absolutely CONVINCED I was a fairy. I'm the only brunette kid in my entire family and all of my siblings have blue eyes, while I have green. I accused my mom of lying to me, saying that I was really adopted, so how could she know if I wasn't a fairy? Then she showed me pictures and FOOTAGE of my birth... It was proof enough for me to decide that I'm not a fairy, and that if I ever want to have kids, I'm going to need serious mental therapy.
i believe in the tooth fairy so much that i make paper bags for her!
My dad used to call the toothfairy and haggle with her a fair price for my tooth. I would always get scared when he would say "$10 dollars or nothing" and beg him to go lower. I once even got a vcr.
I used to belive that there was a milk fairy and if you drank milk youd dissapear
Once during music class, my teacher was sitting on a chair facing us, and made mention to something being on the left, but added, "well, my left, your right." I didn't understand how left and right changes depending on the way you're facing and was confused. I decided that this meant that when people become adults a fairy comes and chops off their hands and switches them so their left hand becomes their right.
I used to believe that if i put my head under the pillow the tooth fairy would come, chop my head off, and leave money behind.
I once remember trying to grind up a tooth of mine after it had fallen out, believing that if I managed to turn it into a fine powder, I would have created fairy dust. Sprinkling it on myself would then enable me to fly.
I used to put on my fairy dressing up costume, climb onto the sofa and jump off, waving my arms around, believing that I would fly. Needless to say, I always landed on the carpet, but I still kept trying.
When I was very young, around four maybe, my mother bought me a book on the importance of brushing your teeth (I was an early reader). She told me that the tooth fairy wrote the book. One day I got curious to see what the tooth fairy's name was. A clever little boy I looked at the title page to see what her name was. The book was written by a guy.
When I was about 7 and had just lost a tooth, a friend broke the news to me that my mother was the tooth fairy. I thought she meant my mother was the tooth fairy for everybody! I was in complete awe and asked her where she kept all the teeth.