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I used to believe that Peter Pan lived on the moon. So I was sitting in front of my window, waiting for him to pick me to the moon.
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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!
I used to believe that the toothfairy was real and that I could write to her whenever I wanted, so I did. When I moved away to live with my dad when I was ten, I lost a tooth and hid it and I relized she wasn't real and cried.
When I was little I believed that bubbles were fairy eggs, and that when they burst, that was a fairy being born. I was still very against popping them, though, because the longer a bubble could float without bursting, the stronger the fairy would be. Bubbles would also not pop until the fairy was ready to be born, and it wasn't fair to rush the fairies.
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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.
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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.
When i was four i used to believe that fairies and frogs lived in my room and came alive when i was asleep. I still get teased about the fairies living in my room.......and i get awakened by the croaking.
when i was young, i was petrified of the tooth fairy. for some reason i got it in my head that she was this really old hag who had lost all of her teeth, and she would go around at night to find little kid's teeth that she would then put in her mouth to replace her own lost teeth. it was harder for me to fall asleep on a tooth fairy night than it was on christmas eve ...
not my belief, but when I was little, I had a friend who believed the tooth fairy was real because he had seen her. His parents had a friend who had long, really curly blond hair and who was really tiny, and she lived sort of far away so he had never met her. She was in town when he lost his first tooth and they devised a plan. They found a really flowy, gauzy blue dress, and brushed her hair so it was really fluffy and they had her climb in his window in the night to get his tooth. She made sure to make noise so that he would wake up and see her, and I swear, he was in junior high or high school before he was finally convinced that the tooth fairy wasn't real.
I grew up with snowy winters and I believed for some reason that in winter the "Little People" needed shelter. Consequently, I would make little hollows along the snowbanks for them to get out of the cold. Occasionally I would make more elaborate ones.
It never occurred to me to check to see if they had been used, or where the "Little People" stayed in summer. In fact, I don't recall ever thinking about them at all if there wasn't snow on the ground.
When I was little, I never believed in Santa Clause, Big Foot, or any other imaginary creature because I was smart, skeptical of what adults told me, and knew what to believe or not. This aggravated my mother who taught me to think this way so she decided to play a trick on me. So when I would lose a tooth she would always leave me a gold dollar (I only played along so I would get some money), but she would also make tiny footprints outside my room with her finger in the dirt leading up to my window, and she would sprinkle some fine silver glitter in a little path to my pillow. The next day she would be all excited and say she wished she could have seen her. Needless to say I believed in the tooth fairy until I was about 8 years old. Sneaky mom.
I always wondered how on earth did the tooth fairy could carry those big 50p coins. All my friends had 50p for every tooth they lost. As fairies are smaller than a thumb.
I was putting my daughter to bed one night at the age when she was not only losing teeth, but also her belief in the tooth fairy. As I left her room, she told me, "Now don't forget my tooth!" I told her that was the tooth fairy's job to remember, not mine, but she insisted that the tooth fairy and I were one and the same. I asked her if I *looked* like the tooth fairy, for goodness sakes, and she replied, "Well, you put on a costume." It was really hard for me not to crack up laughing!
Without any prompting from stories or movies, I believed faeries, elves, and many other such creatures were real from a very young age... faeries were generally small and had wings, but elves were beautiful people, roughly human-sized with long pointy ears, usually had no wings, liked to sing to the stars at night, and sometimes gatheried into great shining elven armies and made war on bad creatures or people who really pissed them off. Maybe I was accidentally channelling JRR Tolkien or something. :D That was all before I read my big bro's Dungeons & Dragons set, too. Imagine my surprise some years later when I read Lord of the Rings...
I used to beieve that the "good fairy" lived in the street lamp at the end of my block.
There was a little door at the bottom of the pole. I thought it was her entrance.
You could hear a noise in the pole and I convince a few kids from my
neighborhood that the noise was her buzzing around!
I used to think that mermaids lived in the lake and that if you looked really closely you could see there tail.
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My Mum once told me that my freckles were fairy kisses. I remember thinking is was gross that they wore brown lipstick,and wishing that the fairies would stop liking me so much.
I believed in elves and fairies and one night a bunch of neighborhood children and I went to a toadstool ring under a full moon and we saw them dancing!
So...I still believe!
when i was littler, i believed in the tooth fairy.My brother always told me to go to sleep the tooth fairy will come and give you a big surprise! he said i had to be asleep though or she wont come. One time i lost my tooth, the tooth fairy didnt come to give me my surprise, i told my mom..she was very surprised ..i knew she was up to something. then 3 years ago, i was looking through some things around my mothers room and i found all my teeth i had ever lost , including all the little notes i used to write her!
As a child my world was filled with horror movies and Discovery channel shows, but i very muchly believed in monsters, i thought the lights in the woods were crazed satanists who were going to steal me from my bed and sacrifice me to bring some monster into the world (they later turned out to be a nearby house on the other side of the trees). Now, in my 20s... I believe in faeries. it is they who make my socks vanish when i do laundry, who strategically relocate car keys, term papers, my driver's license, and anything that they know i'll be loking for soon. Sometimes they intentionally remind me of something they've moved just to watch me spend a half hour tearing the room apart to find it. There are baseball-bat wielding Inspiration Fairies, metallic golden Desk Avalanche Gnomes carefully testing the strata of books, papers, toys, bubble wrap, and the like for instablities while making sure the stuff I actually need is on the top, sock-filchers and mysterious-undergarment-stain painters, and many more besides, and I don't want them to ever go away.
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