Being Pagan as a teenager was like most people’s, hard. Having a parent who is very Christian & wants the world to know about it. Up and singing Sunday morning to Jesus tunes about forgiveness, being a sinner, God’s love, the blood of Jesus. All that jazz that mysteriously never transferred to her not hitting me, being emotionally manipulative, telling me I’m going to hell, or her telling me to my face she hates me. Weird right? So lo and behold when I was in middle school and had a beloved friend tell me about this religion called Wicca he happened upon and how it was about nature, witchcraft, Gods and magick. It was bizarre and new to me as I’ve heard of Abrahamic faiths. Your Muslims, Jews, and obvious Christians, but never much beyond that as contemporary faiths are concerned. We talked for a while about it and called it a day, but that set the seed of Paganism in my mind. A seed that would sprout soon after starting high school.