One time, when I was around six, my sister and I were playing on the floor next to my dad’s dresser. He keeps every type of knick knack on that dresser you can imagine; picture frames, business cards, rings, receipts, a wax creation of a krabby patty that I made for him, castle figurines, whoppers from 1999, etc. Anyway, we sat on the grey carpet, playing side by side, when I heard a *ding*, as if flicked by a spirit to catch our attention. The silver fairy statue that sat on his dresser flew onto the ground in front of us. I looked up and realized a fairy spirit had made its presence known through the magical statue. My sister was freaked out, but I was exited, I knew that magic was at work.