Annabelle
I was about 16 years old -- old enough to be walking around the mall on my own, though I was still being driven by my mom.
I was in what was, at the time, pretty much the only place to buy new books in Shreveport, Louisiana -- the B. Dalton bookstore in the mall. Tiny little place, but it seemed like a marvel at the time.
Anyway, I was doing the normal teenage thing and looking at books in the metaphysical section on "spells" and Wicca and the like, and hoping that none of my mom's friends would walk by and see me.
And for the first time, my eyes and attention really landed on the shelf of tarot decks. There couldn't have been more than 5 choices, truthfully. I looked at the Rider-Waite carefully and the Aquarian as well. After a lot of thought I went with the Aquarian because the colors and art were "prettier."
Never told my mom that I'd bought it. Hid it in my purse on the way home. Hid it in my dresser drawer when I got home, which means my mother certainly knew about it within a week. Geez . . . when I think back now on how OF COURSE my mom knew about all the stuff I thought was so well hidden.
Over the years I did occasional readings with it, always the Celtic Cross and always using the meanings in the little white booklet. I simply didn't know of any other way to go about it.
I had it a very long time, but have not been able to find it in recent years; I believe I lost it during a move. Either that, or it got put at the bottom of a box of "things I must not lose" and thus I will never, ever see it again.
I have since bought another copy, though . Oh, and about 550 other decks, besides . But that's another tale . . .
I was in what was, at the time, pretty much the only place to buy new books in Shreveport, Louisiana -- the B. Dalton bookstore in the mall. Tiny little place, but it seemed like a marvel at the time.
Anyway, I was doing the normal teenage thing and looking at books in the metaphysical section on "spells" and Wicca and the like, and hoping that none of my mom's friends would walk by and see me.
And for the first time, my eyes and attention really landed on the shelf of tarot decks. There couldn't have been more than 5 choices, truthfully. I looked at the Rider-Waite carefully and the Aquarian as well. After a lot of thought I went with the Aquarian because the colors and art were "prettier."
Never told my mom that I'd bought it. Hid it in my purse on the way home. Hid it in my dresser drawer when I got home, which means my mother certainly knew about it within a week. Geez . . . when I think back now on how OF COURSE my mom knew about all the stuff I thought was so well hidden.
Over the years I did occasional readings with it, always the Celtic Cross and always using the meanings in the little white booklet. I simply didn't know of any other way to go about it.
I had it a very long time, but have not been able to find it in recent years; I believe I lost it during a move. Either that, or it got put at the bottom of a box of "things I must not lose" and thus I will never, ever see it again.
I have since bought another copy, though . Oh, and about 550 other decks, besides . But that's another tale . . .