I Have No Reason Not To Believe.

I've always loved fairy tales, ghost stories, and magical things. There's always been a part of me that whole heartedly believes in faeries and spirits, magic and mystery. I've wished on stars and received snow days, and a much desired hug from a distant mother. I've glimpsed smiling faces and figures in trees that disappear if you stare at them too long. I've been forced to simply huddle down on the middle of open ground, will myself invisible and have the person I am playing hide and seek with walk right past me searchingly, before giving up. I once reached into a small patch of clover and pulled out 3 four leaf ones in succession. I almost always win at those arcade claw machines. When I was a little girl I would hear cackling voices from under my bed when I couldn't sleep, I called them my gremlins, I never let them know I could hear them, I thought they would eat me. I have a friend who is a cat like creature who visits me in dreams and in-between places, asks me to leave him mouse shaped cookies in empty cupboards, and often talks in dream logic riddles.
I'm not sure how much any of these things have to do with fae-folk, elementals, spirits, and the like, but I do believe at least some of them have to do with magic, with luck, and something just beyond the grasp of my understanding. It may be for the best that I don't actively seek the fairies and demons out at this time. They don't seem too keen on people who can't mind their own business. Could be wrong. Maybe if I'm lost in the woods, or the world and am in need of aid someday I can try making a deal or something, but for now I can be content with peaceful, oblivious (?), co-existence.