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To: Neocon who wrote (37034)	9/2/1999 5:18:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

What a truly lovely story, Neo. I have always believed in fairies and sprites, and tried hard to see them the way the characters could in the books I read, which often tended toward the magical and mystical. Sometimes in the evenings, when the fireflies were out, sitting on our back stoop, I would ALMOST see them out of the corner of my eye, just a glimmer, or hear their wings brush against the flowers. My mother said, oh it was the cat, but she could have been wrong.

To: Neocon who wrote (37034)	9/2/1999 5:32:00 PM
From: greenspirit	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Neocon, reading your post gave me the chills. I also saw fairies! No kidding, I was about 7 and it scared the wits out of me! I still can't forget it. I awoke in the middle of the night to see them crawling into our bedroom window. They looked up at me and smiled. I crawled under my bed as a few more entered. I heard them sort of giggling and moving about. After a few minutes I looked out of my covers and saw them in my sisters room down the hall. So I jumped in bed with my brother and tried to wake him up. He never did wake! So I stayed under the covers until the sun came up! I still remember it like it happened yesterday. It shook me up so much that nearly 10 years later I started reading some books on fairies. I swear this happened to this day. I've only told maybe 3 people in my whole life. Michael

To: Neocon who wrote (37034)	9/3/1999 11:50:00 PM
From: E	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

When I was a small child, I got up out of bed on night to go to the bathroom to urinate. I went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet and began to urinate. Nothing could have been more vividly real than the trip down the hall to the bathroom, than clicking on the light, than the white tile, than... well, I was in the bathroom, urinating. Except that suddenly I wasn't. I was sitting in the upholstered chair in the living room, in a warm puddle. I screamed, of course, and my parents came and found me there. That wasn't the only time I walked in my sleep, and I often had very vivid, frightening dreams. Once the sheets talked to me, the rustling of them contained voices. It is my scariest memory. I wonder if it isn't nice to say I don't believe in faeries. I certainly do believe our minds play tricks on us, though.