Fairy Ring


If You See A Faery Ring
by William Shakespeare

If you see a faery ring
In a field of grass,
Very lightly step around,
Tip-toe as you pass,
Last night faeries frolicked there
And they’re sleeping somewhere near.
If you see a tiny faery,
Lying fast asleep
Shut your eyes
And run away,
Do not stay to peek!
Do not tell
Or you’ll break a faery spell.

Last night, before finally dozing off, I suddenly conjured up a childhood memory of when my twin sister and I would spend hours outside making houses and towns for fairies. Although this sounds like a relatively normal thing for a seven year old girl to do, what was strange is that my parents never encouraged us to believe in things like fairies. We were never led to believe in Santa or the Easter Bunny or anything of that sort. And yet, despite the fact that I was conciously aware that fairies did not exist, I toiled away building places for them to live out of twigs and leaves and rocks. I would tediously construct little leaf roofs atop stilts of twigs, sweep the dirt floors with small sprigs of pine, and stack rock upon rock to make towers or tables. Why would I spend so much time on something I knew would never come in handy? Why did I enjoy it so much? As I pondered this part of my childhood, I realized something. Regardless of whether or not I was told something did not exist, I wanted to believe that it did. There is a special power that the belief in the unseen can have over a child. It is almost as if we were meant to have that sort of childlike faith but lost it as we grew. Now things like imaginary friends, Santa Claus, elves, leprechauns, and even fairies are strongly discouraged in an adult. It is considered crazy and childish. But Why? Why can’t we continue to believe in things mystical and wonderful, or atleast pretend that we do? I think that simply pretending that things like that exist can give someone a feeling that anything is possible. It makes life fun and unpredictable, and less monotonus and adult-like. As people we need to hold on to the things that keep us kids, otherwise we could lose the magic that makes life interesting.

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