‘I was maybe three at the time. There was a beautiful garden with roses and such, somewhere near Findhorn. I saw something, a little person (the details elude me after thirty-one years) and I bent down and said, ‘Hello’. I know it talked to me but I don’t remember what it said. It was very kind. After a short while (apparently I was nodding my head as it spoke to me), I said, ‘Goodbye’ and walked back over to my mom. She was astonished, but knowledgeable about these things, so she didn’t dismiss it. We’re both convinced that I interacted with one of the fair folk.’ ‘I don’t really remember [the appearance] any more. It was male and I seem to remember it wearing green.’ [This was an American national visiting Scotland.]
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Moray, Scotland
1980s
Male: Age 0-10
occasional supernatural experiences
in a garden
9 am-12 pm
less than a minute
with one other person who did not share my experience
no special state reported
friendly
a sense that the experience was a display put on specially for you, unusually clouded memories of the experience