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‘I was about four years old. Family had finished dinner. It was daylight saving, in New Zealand, and during summer. In my parents’ garden was a lemon tree, adjacent to a path leading to an orchard at rear of house. As I approached the lemon tree I saw fairies. They saw me approaching. We looked at each other. Under the lemon was a ‘portal’, like a worm hole. The fairies looked at me, gave a smile and skipped into the worm hole. Their body language suggested to me they had been busted, and had not expected to be found by me and appeared embarrassed by it. I continued walking towards the lemon tree and then past it. When about five meters past the tree, I suddenly turned around, and again I saw the fairies. A second batch were escaping through the worm hole under the lemon tree. The worm hole was about the diameter of a soccer ball. The fairies were similar to as classically portrayed in pictures. The funny thing about the lemon tree was the grass that grew under it. When older I use to mow my parents’ lawns. The grass under the lemon tree was always of very fine quality compared to the remainder in the garden. I suspect the reason for my encounter was due to the fairies doing a similar thing as I. They were enjoying a summers sunny evening. I never saw them again. I even returned the following evening to try and find them but didn’t. A few years later I saw a TV documentary about the Cottingley Fairies. A forty-four year old in New Zealand, I didn’t know about the Cottingley Fairies. I had only learnt about them [i.e. fairies] from children’s books and nursery rhymes. The fairies I saw were very [similar?] to those in the Cottingley photos. The thing I remember most is beige and brown colours of the fairies’ clothes. Their skin was like a caucasian’s. The whole experience happened real quick and was over in less than a minute. I couldn’t believe what I had seen. I thought I had imagined the whole experience, but it wasn’t like that. I saw them twice. First on approaching the tree, and second when I suddenly turned around after passing the tree.’ ‘Six to eight inches tall. Slender, not obese. Caucasian. Being New Zealand I would of expected some Maori fairies but they weren’t. They were very similar to those in the Cottingley photos.’ ‘I saw a worm hole. Fairies are made of flesh and blood. They can travel through dimensions. My experience was in New Zealand. I would have expected them to have brown skin like a Maori, but they did not. It was Caucasian coloured. I don’t know what their cause for existence is.’ ‘My fairy experience was the first supernatural experience in my life. I have had plenty since then. My fairy experience is the only one I have had. I believe the Cottingley photos to be real.’