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My friend and I rubbed "fairie potion" on our backs and then thought that our shoulder blades were the buds of wings...we soon realized that wasn't the case.
When I was about 6 or 7 I was beginning to become sceptical about the existence of fairies and when my parents had some carpet tiles put into the house (the type with a sticky side to fix them to the floor) I thought I might have a means of proving whether fairies were real or not.
I left one of the carpet tiles sticky-side-up in the garden, with a leaf in the middle, on top of which was a pile of mulberries that I'd picked from our tree. I ran outside first thing in the morning to see if I'd caught any, but of course the carpet tile was devoid of magical creatures - not even insects had been caught.
When I told my Dad that I'd proved fairies don't exist, he wanted to keep me believing in childhood things, so he told me that fairies were clever enough to avoid traps - that kept me guessing for a few years! He also told me not to set any more traps, because I wouldn't want to be trapped, so therefore I shouldn't do the same to other creatures. What a nice Dad!
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.
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!
I was told on a website that there are fairy friends. You write a letter to them, asking for any fairy name (e.g. leaf, rose,) and you are supposed to leave anotherpeice of paper and a pen so they can reply. It also said on the website to makethem something, so i made her a dress.
My dad, when i was asleep he took the dress, and replied to the letter, leaving a chocolate. I woke up, and was amazed to find something given back from the fairy friend, and the letter said ''I will be your fairy friend, My name is Rosey.''
I left another note, asking for more chocolates, and that night i left a picture, of a rose, and me.
That night My dad came in and didnt leave a chocolate, but left a real rose!
I told my dad the next day because i was suspicous and so that night i left a video cam running and caught my dad on tape replying to my letters.
When I was in kindergarten and it was St. Patrick's Day my teacher told the class that it was possible to see a leprachaun that day. She said that they were stone statues the rest of the year and it was the one day they could come alive. She said she knew because there was a stone leprechaun in the teacher's lounge and it was alive now. During recess we all went and searched for it on the playground. She would say "there it goes!" and point in the other direction and we all went running that way. We searched all recess until she called us in. When she asked if anybody needed to go back out to pour sand from their shoes, I said I needed to but I really searched for the leprechaun some more. I never saw it, but I firmly believed it must have been there. I figured I just had to wait until next year. Surely, then, my luck would be better.
When I was little, probably about two or three, my older sister convinced me and my friend that she was Tinker Bell, And that she could take us to Neverland. She would have us take arm hands and she would take us. She would tell us that everything in Neverland looked the same as it did in our world. Me and my friend would go around playing in Neverland, but of course we had to be careful that the pirates didn't catch us because my sister (being Tinker Bell) wasn't allowed to bring other people to Neverland.
I used to believe that there really were elves living in a specific tree at our local park. I used to get really close up to the tree and listen as hard as I could, thinking I might be able to hear them.
When I was at primary school I used to believe that there were fairies living under our portakabin classroom so me and a friend used to crush up acorns and bits of sandwich and leave them in acorn cups underneath the classroom. The next day we would check to see if the fairies had taken the food - they had, so we really believed that when we had all gone home from school the fairies would come out and have a fairy banquet!!
I had a huge oak tree in my yard growing up and it had what looked like a door at the bottom of it (just like keebler elves' door~ a big arch shaped door). It must have been a deformed knot of some kind. Anyway I used to think knomes lived inthere and i could always be seen pressing my ear up to the tree to hear them. i would dare my friends to knock on the little door. No one would.
I was visiting my grandparents over the weekend when I had lost my tooth in a bean burrito. I went to bed with it under my pillow and axiously waited for the arrival of the tooth fairy. When I awoke in the morning i was devastated to discover that there was no money under my pillow. After crying for about 10 minutes my dad called me into my grandparents room and explained,"The tooth fairy left your money under grandma's pillow!", as he handed me a dollar. For the rest of my young life I thought the tooth fairy was stupid enough to confuse a young angelic child with an old fat wrinkly woman.
I used to get left home a lot as a chld because my Mum could not rouse me from watching Sesame Street ... this was not a problem because i was not really alone.. My dad was in the hop fileds working.. but see... one time the show finished before she got home, and I couldn't find her... I thought the fairies had taken her and hidden her in the rose buds in her garden.
I spent the next few Hours( i think... time perception is not great if you hadn't learnt time telling) pulling apart every single rose bud on her bushes looking for her, crying hysterically...
I expected my first ferry ride to be a ride on an actual giant fairy. Needless to say when my family arrived at the terminal and we boarded a boat I was most disappointed.
I believed that the tooth fairy was an owl, because i always seemed to find feathers near my bed when i lost my tooth. I think they were probably coming out of my feather quilt, but i stil don't know why they only came out when i lost my tooth.
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 about 7 or 8 I used to believe that Peter Pan and Tinkerbell were real! I'd stay up countless hours during the night, staring out my window, hoping to catch a glimps of them. I had my favorite racoon stuffed animal and happy thought ready for take off!
I used to believe that Peter Pan was real, so I used to sprinkle sugar (the closest thing to fairy dust) and jump off our cofee table, hoping to fly.
When my class was in kindergarten, we saw sparkles in the air vents. Our teacher said that these were leprchauns that lived in the furnace so we'd always be looking in the vents and when we would see a sparkle, we'd yell out that we'd seen a leprechaun and the rest of us whould rush over to see the sparkles!
i tell my daugher the little mole/freckle she has on her hand is fairy poo, that a fairy came in the night and left a poo and that when shes older the fairy will give her money instead when she leaves a tooth.
shes only two, and she goes up to complete strangers saying 'do you like my fairy poo?' while pointing to her hand!
she will probly be on this site in years to come telling this story!!
that the nose fairy, evil cousin to the tooth fairy, would come and take your nose if you were bad