Personal Narrative: Animal Sacrifice

I have been born 3 times. The first time was 13.8 billion years ago, when the universe began to exist. The second time was on November 24, 1997, when my mother brought her second child into the world. The third time I was born, and the time most relevant to this discussion, was on a sweaty afternoon in Sophomore year when a girl asked me for bus money, and I decided it was time I learned to accept the first two. So here I am, made up of atoms that are 13.8 billion years old, a body almost 19 years old, and an identity that couldn’t even go to kindergarten. For this reason, I ask you to forgive me, for I have very few answers, and very little joy in remembering how I got here. One of the first times I realized I had an identity was 4th grade, when I told the girl who would become my best friend that my family was Wiccan, and she asked if we sacrificed goats. To be honest, I didn’t know how to respond to that, because to me the question was not “are animal …show more content…
My mom didn’t even like keeping animals in cages, even if the animals were birds and the cages were in our cat infested house. I told my friend no, but that we did sometimes sacrifice macaroni and cheese. Before this moment, I had never considered Wicca a religion, just a name for all the weird dancing and waving knives around in the air that seemed to come hand in hand with the important stuff, such as humility, respect for all other living things, and an understanding that the true deity in reign over humankind is existence itself. Existence is our father, our mother, our closest companion, with us all the time. Every thought we have is a miracle, even the stupid ones, even the harmful ones, even