Chat It's Fate|January 2020
Trailing after Nan round the supermarket, I watched, bored, as she put packets of cornflakes and tins of beans into the trolley. It was 1987 and I was five.
Suddenly, Nan turned and smiled at me.
‘See that baby?’ she whispered, pointing at an infant that was being pushed by its mum in a buggy. It was waving its little fists about, its big eyes seeming to follow something only it could see, and gurgling happily. ‘You know what it’s looking at, Sarah? A fairy!’
‘Really?’ I gasped, perking up. This was fascinating!
‘Oh yes,’ Nan nodded. ‘Babies can see fairies, you know. It’s just that when you get older, you can’t any more. I think you stop letting yourself see them.’
That was my nan for you. She was a bit quirky – half the time I didn’t know what she was going on about – but I absolutely adored her. It was Nan who planted the first seeds in my mind about fairy folk. After that conversation, I wanted to know all about them. I read all the books about fairies that I could get my hands on, even dressed like a fairy when I could!
I dreamt of seeing one - and when I was six years old, that dream finally came true.
I’d gone for a walk in the woods with Nan and had stopped to pick some bluebells. As I added another flower to the bunch I’d gathered, there was a sudden rustling noise in the undergrowth.
‘What’s that?’ I gasped, staggering backwards and grabbing Nan’s hands. ‘Is it a rat?’
Nan squeezed my hand. ‘Not at all,’ she reassured me. ‘It’s just a fairy.’
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