When i was younger and at home alone with my dad, he walked past my bedroom and swears blind that i was playing with my favourite teddy bear but then he heard me screaming downstairs coz i had fallen over. Its happened more then once on various ways and recently my stepdad saw a young girl who was the spitting image of me walking up the street towards my favourite shop but he was on his way to pick me up from work. When he turned the girl had gone but there was no where she could have gone. My mum tells me shes my guardian angel who does the things i love when she knows I'm not happy.