When I was younger, I believed in fairies. I adored and devoured Enid Blyton stories, and when I read about The Cottingley Fairies, I believed they were real.
Then in primary school, when my friend told me she had fairies in her bag, blue, green and pink, I believed her too. But as much as we begged and cajoled, she told us that we couldn’t see them – not yet, she said.
We never saw those fairies, but I imagined them hiding in her school bag, glowing in blue and green and pink like a lightsaber would.