When I Was a Witch

I remember when I was a mean witch. My costume was a cape and I had a switch. My hat was black and I flew without a glitch. My outfit held tight, never needing a stitch.

I have kept the costume all these years and asked the grandkids to model it for me. Jacob was a real sport and looked great. I'm not sure if it was a hand-me-down or new. I remember being about eight years old, exactly Jacob's age. It has held up pretty good all these years. We can't say that for the pricey ones on the shelf today.

Emma is not happy about being a witch. Most girls these days want to be a princess. The best thing is that we can be whatever we want to be. You, go girl!!