When I was like three or older, my mom used to work here. I would often be last in daycare on days she’d work late and stuff so being left alone on the playground outside was normal for me. It was Saint Patrick’s Day or maybe just the week of and I remember sitting on the tire swing, rocking back and forth when I saw something run by. I saw the grass rustling, like there was some critter running. So me, thinking it was a cute animal or something, naturally followed it. I couldn’t really see it well, but I chased it all the way around the place until it ran up a doorframe on the building. It was this little man, red hair and all, just like the leprechaun stories, but it was kinda creepy too with yellow sharp teeth and clothes made out of weird material. It hissed at me, barring its yellow fangs and ran up to the roof, leaving behind green footprints. I wanted to go after it more, but my mom walked through the door right then and when I tried to tell her she didn’t believe me. To be fair, I was a little kid and as a kid I was really rambunctious and always getting into trouble (undiagnosed ADHD until recently lol) and I was very imaginative too. Did I hallucinate this? Maybe. But sometimes, when I drive by Beaver Creek, I swear I still see the grass rustling in the same way it did when I was a little kid.