The fairy killer

When I was a little girl, when we still believed that those floaty puff ball things in the air were fairies, I would kill fairies. I was the fairy murderer, any fairy in my eyeshot was history! I would rip off the fluuffy bits and stomp on them whilst my friends watched with open jaws as I killed innocent lives.
In prep I was reading a book with my best friend about dandelions. Previously I had though that they wer bunchesof baby fairies, but I learnt after reading this book that I was sorely mistaken. Shortly after reading the first paragraph I walked up to the teacher, handed her the book and told her this book was incorrect. My best friend then corrected me telling me that, in fact fairies were not real. From that day on, I have never been the same.