“All the world is made of faith, trust and pixie dust” (JM Barrie Peter Pan). For the first four years of my life I was a fairy. I fluttered with my wings and wand, causing chaos wherever I went. I was unstoppable and definitely a force to be reckoned with. Life was as simple as it sounds. Maybe it was the magic that only a little girl possesses. I looked at the world with sparkling eyes, arms wide open. The world was a beautiful place and we have so little time, so live life to the fullest. Of course life wasn't all sparkles and rainbows, but what matters is getting through the good times and the bad. Of course the world could be a scary place -“Mom? Where did you go?" I murmured. I was in the snack aisle and my mother was nowhere to be seen. I walked around peeking into nearby aisles. I was like a little tiger cub in the jungle, all alone, with nothing but the wind to ease my loneliness. Looking back I probably looked rather awkward: a child wandering all alone in such a large store. Fear was starting to take over, but I remained adamant. I heard a frightened voice three aisles away....