I remember being in a wooded area picking wild raspberries as a lad. An old woman with long grey hair, wearing a long white dress seemed to appear from nowhere. She was talking and singing to the birds as she did circle-type dances while wandering through an adjacent opening. Preoccupied with the birds, she did not see me.

I was scared and ran home to tell my mother that I had seen some type of magical forest-dwelling lady. It turns out it was a visiting woman from a neighbouring house.