When I was 5 or 6 I loved St. Patrick's day. I would always go scouting for leprechauns. This particular year I set some leprechaun traps all over the house the night before St. Patrick's day in hopes of catching a leprechaun. I even slept out in the living room, in a cardboard box I might add, in hopes of hearing on of the traps in action. Well when I awoke the next morning I had a string tied around my big toe, and the string lead me to all of my leprechaun traps. Each trap and been sprung but instead of a leprechaun there was candy. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. Obviously the leprechaun loved me. Thanks mom.