When I was young, like most children, I watched the classic Disney movies constantly. To a point of near insanity for my mother. I grew up like a normal kid, believing in Santa and the Tooth Fairy. As other kids, I grew up and eventually these characters became fictional contrary to my earlier belief.

When I was 14, right before the summer, it had been hot day and it was going to be a warm humid night, so I turned my fan on. Much to my dismay, all the stupid fan was doing was pushing the sticky air around my boxy room. I sat up with a grunt; this wasn't going to be an easy night. Because my old window is right behind the head of my bed, I turned around and opened it. The moist ocean breeze pushed back my hair and caressed my neck. The stars and moon were so bright that night, illuminating my room in a cool grey light. I felt strangely peaceful now; my heart started fluttering a little faster then before almost as if it knew something I didn't. I pulled my hair to the top of my head with an elastic hair tie. I turned myself away from the inviting breeze and lay down. The next thing I remember was a noise outside my window, it sounded like something or someone wanted to get inside. I immediately freaked out, I hid my head under the blanket, (like that would do any good) in shear panic. I didn't and couldn't look up in fear that I would look into the eyes of my killer. I was so scared but the next thing I heard was a boy's voice, "Tink, why do they have these? You can see in but you can't go in! The smart person didn't even put any handles on this!" Then I heard tiny little bells ring as if in agreement. Then it struck me, the boy said Tink... as in TINKERBELL!

I didn't know to be scared or excited so I just laid there not moving an inch.