On the way to the park we pass over a small bridge that my daughter calls the troll bridge. This bridge is about 20 feet over a small stream.

On this day there were a bunch of angsty teens hanging out both on and under the bridge.

Right at the entrance to the bridge is a girl who is doodling in a notebook. She had overheard my daughter call the bridge the troll bridge.

Before I even knew what was going on she had told the boys in the water to pretend to be trolls and with out skipping a beat they starting snarling and splashing in the water.

All of a sudden the girl at the entrance produces one of those Harry Potter magic wands that look just like the ones in the movie and hands it to my daughter.

At that very moment 3 more kids show up and just seem to know what is going on.

My daughter runs over to the middle of the bridge and starts throwing spells at the kids in the water below. They both act as if they were hit by the spells and fall into the water screaming in pain. All the kids were cheering for my daughter and the look on her face was unbelievable. She was grinning from ear to ear and was blown away. She got a glimpse of real magic and to be honest so did I.

It was an absolute whirlwind and just like that, it was over and we back on our way to the park. That was over a year ago now and my daughter still looks out for those kids every time we go to the park.

We have never seen them again.

But whoever they are, I’m very grateful for them. They did something that may seem trivial but it was a very special moment my daughter and I share and I’ll never forget it as long as I live.