WILDFIRE FAIRIES
When I was three and a half years old, I lived next to a very old couple who let me play at the end of their garden; it was connected to our garden by a small wooden gate.
One day, the old woman, told me to go and talk to the fairies at the end of the garden. I obeyed and went to find the fairies. I remember sitting down and asking a fairy to appear.
I saw a very small pale blue fairy; it appeared in front of me. I honestly cannot remember what we talked about but I was delighted. I ran home quickly, to tell my mum and my older sister, Dee that I had just seen and spoken to a little blue fairy with very small wings.
However, no one believed me. I was told that there weren’t really fairies. This deeply puzzled me, as I had just spoken to one. I remember telling my nursery school teacher the next day, who again told me that fairies are only in fairy stories. I thought, well I can see the fairies, even if nobody else can.
I repeatedly tried to see the fairy again, but she never turned up. I decided then and there, the next time, I see a fairy. I am not going to tell anyone. As I knew that, the doubt put in my mind had broken the connection. I believed in fairies, because I had seen and spoken to one as a small child. We did reconnect many years later. She is a spirit guide of mine.
so if your kid tells you they can see fairies tell them how lucky they are ha ha