The following experience happened in April 1991 in Calatagan Batangas, Philippines. It was summer vacation; I was only 6 yrs old then. My aunt told my sister and I to rest/sleep that afternoon; siesta is common in the tropics like the Philippines, and kids are expected to sleep daily after lunch. Hearing the laughter of our neighborhood kids playing, I didn't obey my aunt. I went out and played all afternoon.
It was getting dark and I ended up alone in my neighbor's backyard near a dump pit. I was looking at the garbage when a little creature caught my gaze -- it was a minute winged male. At first I thought it was a toy, but when I looked at it closely I saw traces of tears on his cheeks and he has a purplish wound on his left chest. It was dead.
I didn't tell anyone what I saw, because I thought winged creatures really existed. I never forgot what I saw, because I feel guilty of not giving him a proper burial. Maybe it's a male fairy; it's weird seeing one.