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.
I believed that the milkman was really an elf. I used to try to stay up all night so I could see the elf for myself delivering our milk. I failed miserably until I was about six. I finally managed to stay awake. When I saw the truck stop I thought my heart heart was going to burst! Imagine my dissappointment when a regular guy walked up to my porch. It was my first major dissappointment in life.
When I was about 7, my Mom sat me down and told me that she was the one putting
money under my pillow whenever I lost a tooth. For the next 2 or 3 years, I
actually believed she was the toothfairy, and was constantly trying to figure out
how she found the time to give money to every kid that lost a tooth, and also, if she
had access to so much money, why were we still living in a little apartment?
My mom had one of the most amazing imaginations I have ever been exposed to. As a child she believed that she was sent to the humans by the flower fairies as a gift. Every afternoon she would run out into her garden and shout out 'I'm alright ! The humans are treating me well' so that the fairies wouldn't worry about her.
When my god-daughter learned that the tooth fairy left money in exchange for teeth, she mysteriously lost seven in a two week period. None of them were loose!
One from my son...
When my 10 year old son lost a tooth a couple of days ago, I scrawled the usual flowery, loopy-lettered note on an envelope from the tooth fairy scattered with tiny, intricate footprints and glitter with a crisp dollar bill tucked inside. The next morning he sat me down for a serious 'boy-to-mom' talk. He told me not to get upset, but there was no such thing as the tooth fairy, santa claus, the easter bunny, ect. and that his grandmother (my mother) had told him two years ago. He had decided to wait till I was thirty to tell me because then I would be old enough to handle 'the truth'. LOL! I played it up and acted shocked and he spent the rest of the day randomly rubbing my back and telling me everything would be okay because we wouldn't tell his father or baby sister. What a sweet little boy!
Whe I was a nipper my older sister, by seven years, used to tell me that sometimes the Tooth Fairy got drunk and took an eye by mistake.
Gave me nightmares for months.
My Grandmother always seemed to arrive just before each of my five siblings were born. She explained that she was there to help the Baby Fairy. She had told me that the Baby Fairy, lived in my mother's flower garden, under the Baby's Breath, and when the garden was really in full spring and there was lots of Baby's Breath, then another Baby would arrive. I was so irritated by this that every night after supper, I would go out and pull all the Baby's Breath I could out of the ground and stomp on it. My Grandmother finally caught me doing this, and asked why I was stompping my mother's beautiful flowers. I remarked, I think five brothers and sister are quiet enough.
For the first tooth I ever lost, I recieved a dollar bill coated in glitter. I can still remember the scowl on the clerk's face directed at my mother after I handed it to her and announced it was from the tooth fairy. It took several minutes for her to agree to accept the thing.
My little girl, who is 5 years old, wakes up in the morning with messy, tangled hair (as does everyone) but she has the belief that the reason for this is that the Fairies have been playing in her hair at night, one morning she asked me to *have words with the Fairies* to stop tangling her hair!
Before bedtime,I put my lost tooth under my pillow with hopes that in the morning there would be money under my pillow from the "tooth fairy". I was also curious and I wanted to see what the "tooth fairy" looked like because how could I believe if she was real if I never saw her? So, that night, all night I kept my hand under my pillow where my tooth was. However, when I woke up in the morning to my surprise, I found nothing, my tooth was still there! I told my father, and he said, "Maybe she'll come soon." I was discuraged and I thought that I would never get to see the "tooth fairy". I took a bath and when I returned to my room there was money underneath my pillow. I then looked out my window hoping to catch a glimse of the fairy who left me the money. In the sky was a shining star, which seemed odd because it was bright and sunny outside. Then I knew, this wasn't any star, I had seen the "tooth fairy"!
I thought if i could catch the tooth fairy i got to keep all the money. So whenever i lost a tooth i would put it on a mouse trap.
I used to reflect the sun off my watch to create little circles of light on the wall and tell my younger brother they were fairies and if he caught one he would be able to fly like Peter Pan! He used to run around for ages trying to catch one but when the sun went in they disappeared!
Every time I lost a tooth when I was little, I wrote a letter to the tooth fairy. Acctually it was more of a questionarre, with what I thought were REALLY difficult questions. So every tooth-fairy night my poor mother would have to reach under my pillow, take my well protected tooth, and the note, and answer the questions. Difficult as my mother was not very imaginative, and most of the questions were things like: "Where do you live?" "What do you do with the teeth?" and (my personal favorite) "How come some of my friends get less money than me? Is it 'cos my teeth are worth more in the market?"
One time I stayed up late trying to force my loose tooth to come out. I'll spare you the grisly details, but I used various bathroom implements to pull, pry and prod until finally the tooth came out. Because I wasn't supposed to be up so late I didn't tell my parents about the tooth coming out (they probably would have also known it wasn't loose enough), but I put the tooth under my pillow. The next morning when the tooth was still there with no money or Trident gum, I was convinced that the Tooth Fairy knew I had cheated by pulling the tooth out before it was ready.
i remember once my 4 year old brother lost a tooth, my mum told him to put his tooth under the pillow for the tooth fairy. He said to my mum 'oh mum make sure you let the tooth fairy know i want paper money' When he woke up the next morning with $5 i realised that you had to request the amount you wanted from the tooth fairy. I felt so stupid because i was probably half way through my baby teeth and had missed out on all this potential cash!
I once stole my great grandmother's dentures and hid them under my pillow. If one tooth got me a dollar imagine what a whole mouthful would get!
The next morning I gave her back her dentures and cried because the tooth fairy left a note it said "Don't try to trick me again or I'll take the teeth right out of your mouth!" Then everytime I lost a tooth I left a note saying "It's real!"
I didn't know my grandpa had left that note until I had lost all my baby teeth.
i used to believe in the tooth fairy. i did some math and realized that she had to hold about $2 billion on her every night, since she wouldnt have enough time to go back to her house in between visits. and naturally, her first stop of the night would be my house. i decided to catch and rob the fairy, so i hid a small butterfly net under my pillow and pretended to be asleep the night after i had lost a tooth. i must have dozed off because the next thing i knew, there was a faint tinkling noise. i grabbed my net and turned on the light, only to find my dad there, change in hand, trying to find a quarter. im not sure who was more shocked...
When I was little we would take a ferry to get to my grandparents' house. So when my parents said the tooth "fairy" was coming, I thought they meant "ferry". So I imagined a big ferry coming into my room at night, and the little captain would get off the ship and take my tooth and leave money.
I used to believe in the toothfairy. When I put one of my teeth in a glass of water I would find money there the next day. One day I stole my grandfathers "teeth", pulled one by one off using some tools and put them in a glass of water. There was no money the next day, only an angry old man and we had soup for dinner...
First I loved the fairy because I received money in return for a tooth. One year though, I forgot to put my tooth under my pillow, and the next morning I just happened to find a note saying, "Give me tooth by tonight!". I ran to my mom and told her that the tooth fairy is mean because she forces kids to sell their body parts in exchange for money.