When I was a little girl I was a full-fledged fraidy cat, believing
in goblins, and ghosts, and werewolves that loomed outside my window. I remember
sitting up in bed, breath frozen in my chest, watching shadows swirl and merge
into monsters outside my window, then race across my bedroom wall with the
flicker of headlights. My imagination was my biggest threat back then. I’d
shove my head under my blanket and reach for my little sister’s hand to protect
me from myself.
Sarah would squeeze my hand and tell me, nearly 5 years her
senior, that it was just the wind, or the traffic passing by and to go back to
sleep. Closing my eyes tight, I would hold onto my sister and try to forget the
fear. Instead, I’d fill my mind with positive things, like bunnies and berries
and magic, and then just before I’d fall asleep I’d focus on fairies. I would
imagine them flitting through my imagination, fluttering among the trees
outside my window, and resting quietly alongside me.
Some of my faves from online...
Great Fairy books:
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