I used to think there were fairies in the front yard of a house in my neighborhood when I was growing up. It was just such a magical yard, flowers and plants everywhere among a few tall trees. It looked like a miniature forest. Every time I walked past it I felt a peculiar tingle down my spine. I could have sworn that even a few days I saw tiny sprite-y wings flittering about the leaves. Now every time I see a beautiful yard full of foliage my automatic first thought is “There must be fairies in there.” And I’m not ashamed to admit that.