When a Christian God Was No Longer An Option...
Nobodies life is perfect. I am not exempt from this truth. My childhood was a bit rough, and the morals that so many people base their whole life off of were never set in place.
My younger brother and I began to go to a small church off the highway. It was a baptist Christian church. The people were friendly, and they ad a kid's program where me and my brother could be together. Time passed and soon, my grandmother began to go to the church. She became obsessive, like someone addicted to drugs, or alcohol. The new group that I was placed into--along with my friend of 6 years--was almost cold towards us. We were outsiders, it seemed...and eventually I stopped going because it was so awkward to be there.
My grandmother started asking me why and I told her I don't feel like I belong. She brushed it off and told me it was nothing and that every one misses me and I should go back. But I refused and soon, my interests drifted elsewhere.
The word 'Wicca' Jumped at me one day and with my sponge of a mind, I had to know what it was all about. Why would all those Christians think it was 'evil'?
I soon found my self diving into all the wonders of the world, and going into high school, I found that it was an ideal place for me.
It's a beautiful world if you would just look. When i looked, I saw so many possibilities and it changed my whole life.
all in all, I should thank my grandmother for turning my eyes this way. If it wasn't for her, I wold have never seen the truth about orthodox religion, and would have never found this spot where I know I belong.