fairies

When I was about 8 or 9 I thought these three angel decorations on our Christmas tree were real. One was a large treetop, one was an ornament, and one was a very small baby angel ornament. The three of them were sisters and they always needed to stay close to eachother, so I put the middle angel girl and the baby angel girl up by the top of the tree so they wouldn't wander away from their older sister. That started a tradition, and I would always put the three angel sisters close to eachother. And then last year the oldest sister, the treetop, got thrown away because the two white Christmas lights she held stopped working. I was sad because the other two angels had lost their older sister. But they got over it. I still put the two angel sisters together, because even though they're older than they used to be they still like to stay close together.

The Overactive Imagination Girl

I used to believe that all the fairies in our garden were homeless and starving, so I make them little houses in the trees and left pieces of bread out for them.

Anon

When I was a little kid (im not sure what age) i thought I was an elf..... well it's becuase I have pointed ears, and it's really cool, but now i'm inn love with the Idea of bieng a vampire or half-dragon haha I guess im crazy!

Tyger

I used to believe I was an elf because I had pointy ears and everyone I met would make a big deal about it. So then when I got old enough to read on my own, I read a book about fairies. So I started not eating meat for a while and spent all of my time barefoot and outside. I even thought Tinker Bell was my sister!
Then I met this really mean girl who thought she was an elf princess because she had pointy ears too. I thought she was lying, and I asked her how she knew she was a elf. We had this big argument at school one day and we were going to have a big competition, but eventually the principle came and told us that both of us could be elves. I never did like her. To this day, I don't think I'm an elf, but I do still believe in fairies. Is that normal for a 12 year old?

Judy

when i was little my mum used to tell me that there were faries and pixies at the bottom of the garden and when if i ddin't eat my dinner up they would eat it up for me so rom that day i used to eat my dinner up all the time!! how rong woz i!?

Brooke

I used to believe that my families cherry tree in our back yard was a fairy tree. My brother and I would wake up every morning and go outside to see what the fairies had left us. Usually it was a stick of gum, or some money.
I didn't find out until later that my mum and dad were the one's putting presents under that tree.

Anon

when i was younger i always believed that if u stuck something under your pillow that a magical fairy would take it away when u slept. (like the toothfairy) so i never put anything under my pillow until i was about 10 years old.

Alexis

When i was like 8 or 9 i thought faeries made tomatoes.

Kristina

when i was younger (about 5/6) i belived that i had a special fariy friend that could hear what i thought and thlk to my back because of this it didnt matter if people were mean to me because my fairy would curse them and they would have bad luck

sera

My uncle led me to believe that in autumn, fairies would take shelter from rain by using fallen leaves. When it stopped raining they would leave money under the leaves as tokens of appreciation.

Caroline

i was always dreamed dat the toooth fairy would rob my house stomp on ali and then hit cidney [the witch] and steeel my home work

hailly

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.

Elisa

i used to believe that (if you ever watched the land of the giants) that small people would come alive while you was asleep. So one night i stayed up late and kept pretending that i was asleep in the hope of little people being in my bedroom......

Emma (UK)

When I was little my mom told me that a ring of mushrooms was a fairy ring. And that if I went out in the early morning when the dew was fresh on them, step inside the ring and make a wish it would come true the next morning. Never did work for me. Wonder if it was because the ring was always in the churchyard?

Lolly

I used to believe that lepereacauns played pranks on you and generally messed with you on St. Patricks day because on one i kept tripping and spilling things on myself. Than i would yell at the lepercauns to stop it

"Yo mama so dumb she walked into a grocery store and said "where's the food?" Micheal Chaing

I believed in the tooth faerie until i was like 8, because then i read a book from the babysitters club series called Claudia's Story or something like that and theres a chapter about the tooth faerie not being real ... =(

Stina

One night when I was in bed I pulled the covers over my head and saw little oranges sparks. This lead me to the conclusion that fairies lived in my bed. It wasn't till I was older that I worked out it was just the statick on my pj's when I rubbed my legs together

Rebecca

When I was little, I used to believe that Pater Pan was real and that one day he would come and get me and fly me away. So every morning I would get all dressed up and wait for him at my window sill.

Anon

In kindergarten, after our teacher read us a story about fairies, she would tell us all to close our eyes so that the 'fairies' would come and scatter lots of glitter all over the room, and we could collect it afterwards. I thought the fairies really did come at first, but then I started to suspect that this wasn't true. This was confirmed when one day, I just pretended to close my eyes, and saw my teacher scattering the glitter. I didn't tell anyone, though, because I didn't want to ruin it for them.

Sarah

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.

Jade