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Hello :) I am Holly and Aaron's mom. Let me put this straight. I am not a witch. They started thinking I was one when I recited a poem to them. When they were little children we lived beside Jones Park. We walked out our back door. Crossed a very small patch of lawn to a gate and Voila!!! we were in this lovely 6 acre park. After supper I would take the kids for an evening walk in the park. I am a lover of poetry and have been memorizing it since I was a little girl. When we would take trips or walks I would recite poetry to them. They probably can't remember me not reciting poetry. One of their favorites was ... Come with me but do not talk ... And I will show you where the witches walk ... Down among forgotten corn ... where crusty, musty sounds are born ... See these tracks here in the loam? ... I know no gnome has passed this way ... Their tracks are fluttered toed ... And steal between each seared and whethered stalk .... THIS ISTHE PLACE WHERE WITCHES WALK !!! I would recite it in a very dramatic and scary way using hand gestures, I would always point to the ground when I recited the last part. Holly says it was always the same spot. That and the fact I owned (she owns it now) an antique black iron caldron, she concluded I was a witch. It grew from there. I am not a witch!!!

Lol! So you say, so you say.... I could argue the evidence proves otherwise. HaHa! And whether a witch or not, you are most definitely the best Mom in the entire world and I love you to the moon and back!