My daughter believes in fairies. She’s almost 15.
When she was two… maybe three… she came running to my bedroom in the middle of the night, screaming that the tooth fairy was in her room. There’s nothing quite the same as the heart attack given by a toddler running and yelling in your face at 3am. Seriously. To this day, she swears the 1″ tall, flying tooth fairy tickled her cheek and woke her up, only to disappear when we searched the room for her a minute later.
I envy my daughter.
If you can hold on to your belief of fairies, you can believe in just about anything you choose. I hope she never decides differently.