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When I was a little kid mum took me to a fete. There was a stand that sold fairy wings. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. There was a black pair with emerald sequins on the tips. I loved them. They were made for me. Mum didn’t let me try them on but she let me look at them for ages. She said we should keep going.
There were camels at the fete, and you could pay to take a ride on them and walk them around in a circle. Round and round for five minutes. I’d never been on a camel and mum said I could have a go and I did. I had a birds eye view of the entire fairground. It was scary at first. Then boring. Then I saw mum back at the fairy wing stand.
I saw her buy fairy wings.
I saw her walkrun them back to the car.
I saw her hurry back.

I waited for ages for her to give them too me. I didn’t want her to know that I knew about it but I probably gave it away because after a few weeks I started mentioning them casually in conversation. About as casually as a 6 year old can mention things they really want.

A few years later I found the wings again. Mum and Dad had given them to me for Christmas, months after the fete. By then they were just black stockings over some coat hangers with glued on sparkle. I pulled them apart to see how they were made. Then they were ruined. But it was ok.