I could move things with my mind since I could remember. If my toy was across he room and I was in my high chair I would crook my finger and there it was. I've been casting spells since I was at least six. I remember my first spell. It went something like: Water is blue and grass is green/Use this spell and stop rain-ing. It worked very well indeed and I was sure I was going to go outside and play in the garden my mother maintained out front. My mother was horrified as there was a circle over our house of sunny sky while all hell and thunder was breaking loose over everyone else's house.
"Penny!" she said as she waved her hand and said a rhyming couplet out of the window, "Magic in the house is perfectly acceptable, but anything outside of the house is not good!" she said. I remember wiping my eyes and she bent down in front f me and said, "Doodlebug, you will be a very powerful, strong witch one day," she gave me a hug and since then I've been trying to make her proud.
Well my mother, Priscilla Baxter Johnson, died in December of 1970, when my oldest granddaughter, Prudence was only a couple of months old. But there is a lot between my first spell and my last one so how about we get this show on the road.