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‘I was five years old. My first five years had been pretty rough. I was born into an unwed mother’s home, then put into an orphanage, then into different foster homes. When I was five months old my fifteen-year-old mother married my seventeen-year-old father, as she was pregnant again, and I went to live with them. My father was extremely abusive, and I was both sexually abused and beaten on a regular basis. I watched my mother being beaten and my newborn sister was beaten so badly that she was in *** hospital for twelve months with brain damage. When I was almost three years old, I went to live with my mother’s parents. I was still living with them at the time this event happened. We had recently moved from Los Angeles, CA into a new house in ***, CA, away from my mother, who I still had some contact with. I was feeling sad to not be near her. I talked to fairies a lot. I must have seen them in a book or something. I always imagined them to be small, with long flowing dresses and long flowing hair. I thought they would be kind, gentle and beautiful. One night I made a little bed for them on the windowsill above my bed. I told them that they could sleep there that night if they would like to. I woke the next morning to the sounds of my grandmother in the kitchen, talking to my grandfather, who I could hear in the living room. I was lying on my side and slowly opened my eyes, to what I thought would be a normal sunny morning. What I saw shocked me more than I can even begin to describe! Before me, only six inches from my face were two little fairies. They looked nothing like the fairies in my fantasies. I will describe them. They were both no more than two inches tall. One had short dark hair and was wearing a blue, short dress and one had short blond hair and was wearing a short, pink dress and they both had small, iridescent wings. They were in a very heated argument. They were standing very close to each other and leaning in towards each other, waving their tiny arms all over the place, as they seemed to yell at the top of their lungs, only I could not hear a sound. Their little faces were all contorted in fury! The one in the pink dress was passionately going at it while the other one stopped cold and looked right at me. The one in the pink dress was so heated up she didn’t even notice, until the other one shook her by her shoulders and looked at me. Now they were both staring at me, and their cute tiny pixy faces looked as shocked as I’m sure mine looked. They grabbed each other’s hands and ran under my covers. I had only one thing in mind, CATCH THEM! So, I sat up and dropped both my hands on my covers thinking I had trapped them. When I threw the covers off ready to grab them and show them to my grandparents there was nothing there. Everyone in my family knows this story. I have grown up telling all my family about it and letting them know that this is true. It really happened! My story has never changed.’ ‘They were clearly fairies.’