This happened to me when I was a little girl around 3 or 4 years old. It was told to me by my parents, for I don't remember what happened to me at that time in my life.
My parents and grandparents liked to go camping every summer. Other people would be camping too and everyone knew everybody, it was like a family reunion.
The camping spot was a fun place to go to. There were alot of activities during the day; swimming, horseback riding, hiking, sack races, etc. and there were always dances at night.
Well, anyway my Mom was cooking supper for us and she spread a blanket on the ground for me to play on, under a tree. She kept an eye on me, and noticed for some strange reason that I kept staring up in the tree and laughing hysterically. Mom became concerned and asked me what I was laughing at.
She walked over to where I was and looked up into the tree and saw nothing. There I was pointing and laughing very hard. Finally, Mom picked me up and asked,"What in the world are you laughing at"? I told my Mom, "Look there's a little man jumping in the tree, he's like a monkey"!! Mom asked me what he looked like and I told her had on green clothes and a green hat and he would make funny faces and jump around in the tree.
Well!! my Mom, Dad, and Grandparents being the superstitious people they are, took down our tent, loaded up our stuff in the truck and moved home!! Around where I live some people believe in the Little People. Sometimes they can bring good luck and sometimes bad luck.
Now, I'm a 50 year old woman with grandchildren and wonder if I'll ever see that Little Man again. I think I would just be amazed and curious, because I saw him before. Who knows maybe I'll never see him again.
Thank for reading my story.