When I was fifteen years old, I ran away from home. Now, I don't recommend this to anyone, but, I was brought up in a fine Christian home. A "Mommie Dearest" meets "American Psycho" Christian home. And there came a point in time when I realized, against my own heartfelt feelings, that if I did not leave that home, I would surely die soon. So I ran away. Now, 15 year old kids don't usually fare very well on the street, but I met a lady named Pat. She was a an elderly lady. She saw me on the street and offered to buy me lunch. I ate. She asked if I had a place. I said no. She said "come with me". I did. She gave me a free place to live, and her house was full of witches. Some hated me, because I was young and cute, some didn't acknowledge my existence, but most of them showed me a tender kindness I had never known before, and rarely since. I stayed in that house for a while, and learned the tarot, how to cast spells, how to love, but , then I started to drift. I forgot about this love.
2007-10-05
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