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My next door neighbour's garden had a lamppost like the one in Narnia, and I believed that when it snowed it was possible to cross over into Narnia if i could just get into the garden. But I was very short and I couldn't climb the fence, so I'll never know if it was true or not.
When I was really young, my mom was friends w/ a dental hygenist who told me she new the tooth fairy personally, and that she really liked me b/c I took good care of my teeth. And one night I looked out of my window a was convinced that I could see her hanging out around my window b/c she liked me so much. Much later I learned it was a street lamp.
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>
My dad used to tell me that the orange fiery sparks that flew up the chimney from our open log fire we always had at Christmas time were fairies, off to report back to Father Christmas on my behaviour and, if I'd been good, to tell him what I wanted to unwrap on the big day...
I used to believe that if I fell asleep at my grandmother's house, I would somehow be magically whisked away home to my own bed the next day. I thought the babysitting fairies took pity on me and sent me home while I slept:)
My son used to think that the Tooth Fairy was a magic, flying ferry boat and when he was grown he told me he always wondered how it could get through his bedroom door because it was so huge.
When I was little I used to think the little knot hole in the wall next to my bed was were the tooth fairy lived.
I used to believe in the tooth fairy without a doubt because my brother called the tooth fairy (actually my sister, who was in on the joke) and I heard him talking to her. I belived it for years!
When I was 11 I was so obbsessed with Peter Pan, Neverland, and Tinkerbell that I would actually look on this HUGE map every night trying to find the direction to Neverland, which I never seemed to...even though I one time got the Netherlands mixed up with Neverland, but, anyway, I was so crazy that I would always check my seat before sitting down because "I didn't want to sit on Tinkerbell..." or any fairy fot that matter! I would also keep myself up late at night to see that Peter Pan would come and take me to Neverland, but, occasionally, I would fall asleep.
My little story will always have a place on my map...in my heart.
I used to love to play Playstation. We used to have a Playstation 1 before. I used to believe that for the game to work, when you put in the CD and close the lid, little fairies will appear and sprinkle pixie dust on the CD so that it'll work and appear on the TV screen. I wanted to see these fairies so sometimes, I would put in a CD, turn on the playstation, wait around 2 minutes, then while the playstation is on I would open the lid to see the fairies, but of course, there weren't any. I thought they would hide so fast somewhere in the playstation.
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.
I used to believe that smurfs were real. I never ate mushrooms. I still don't eat them.
The tooth Fairy smoked cigars and smelled like whiskey.
My grandad used to take me to the New Forest and tell me Fairies left money in the leaves on the ground and sure enough there was! To this day I don't know if it was all a big trick, although he was quite sly
On the summer weekends, my mum and dad would take me and my little sister on walks in the woods. Dad used to tell us that the wood fairies left Opal Fruits on the stones on the bridge. So we would look on one side, but there werent any, so Dad told us to look on the other side, (while he put some on the first side) and so we would swap sides again and miraculously find Opal Fruits! We took ages, years to twig what was up.
There were never any sweets in winter, because the fairies were hibernating.
Then one summer there werent any sweets at all, and Dad told us the fairies had all moved to Florida and werent coming back.
I used to belive that Jack Frost was a real man! and that he came and painted frost on the windows at night.
On St. Patrick's day when I was in kindergarten my teacher told the class that it was the one day of the year that leprachauns could come to life. The rest of the year they were stone statues. So we all went out for recess to look for leprachauns. Our teacher would yell and point "There's one!" and "I just saw one run over there!" and we all went running where she pointed. When I hadn't seen one that day I was kind of mad that I'd have to wait a whole year before I could try again.
I used to believe that there were more than one toothfairies. I believed that they all worked in a little factory and when they brought teeth back, they would run those baby teeth through a machine that made them grow or turn into big teeth and then the toothfairies would place those bigger teeth in your gums and the teeth would pop out later. Hmmm...
When I was little I was told that the tooth fairy recycled teeth, which is why they had to be clean and cavitiy free for her to leave you any money for them. This belief was reaffirmed when I lost one of my upper front teeth and less than a week later my baby cousin cut the exact tooth that I had lost. I've passed that belief on to my kids.
When my little sister was very young, she never wanted to clean her room. One day, one of my friends was staying for the night, and we were feeling rather altruistic. So, while my sister was downstairs, we cleaned up everything in her room and left a note that said, "We are little dancing elves who clean your room for you! Our names are Feeby, Fobby, Foe, and Little Foofyfoo."
She believed in those damned elves for YEARS. It got even harder to make her clean, because she was convinced that if she just waited long enough, the elves would do it.