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Posted by Nox
on November 4, 2009, 2:44 pm, in reply to "A Favor to Ask"
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My father and stepmother are nominally Catholic. My sister and I were sent to Parochial school but it was more as a "fire insurance" type thing rather than stemming from any sort of ardent belief.
I began questioning everything religious at a very early age. I was a Girl Scout and one of the things required for a badge was to attend various religious services. I was intrigued by the diversity among Christian sects and the fervor by which my Parish priest adamantly admonished me to not get caught up in the false doctrine of the different services I was attending.
By the time I was 12, I was vocally protesting various Catholic positions, regularly castigated by nuns and priests for my beliefs. My father and stepmother were very supportive of my beliefs or lack of belief, which was more accurate at that time.
At this point, I began to explore witchcraft, more kitchen/hedge witchery at this point. I wasn't even aware of the word Wicca or that there was such things as Nature based religions. I was interested in VooDoo and Santeria, as these were actually more easily approachable in my household. Then, we went on a family vacation to Salem, MA. I really felt that I was being called home, but I still didn't know where that was.
By the time I was in 11th grade, I met a girl whose mother was Wicca. (11th grade was my first year out of Parochial school) and that's when things really started to come together, albeit slowly.
Getting good, reliable information at this time was still difficult, though I did manage to get my hands on Uncle Bucky's Big Blue Book. I still didn't connect that it was a religious calling, as an actual lifestyle. It was simply something that I did. At one point, there were 3 of us that would cast a circle and perform magick weekly. I was always open about what I was doing with family and close friends, but other than that, I was quite quiet, out of fear of not being accepted the same as I was accustomed to be.
It wasn't until I met my husband that I really understood Witchcraft as a religion *and* a way of life. It was as though I had been trapped in my head without the proper vocabulary to describe what I *knew* and felt.
I hope that this helps and feel free to ask if you'd like more detail. This is my feeble attempt at being succinct. 
In Her Name,
Nox
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