“There’s something flying through the air out there.
On a broomstick gliding through the air out there.
But I’m not scared ’cause I’m safe inside, I’m not scared, but I think I’ll hide.”
But, as the boys grew older and entered the teen years, I think their belief that I was a witch intensified ~ especially when they couldn’t have their way. They would ask, I would say “NO”, and they would mutter under their breaths, “Mom’s a witch!” I would say, “I heard that.” Of course, then they would turn those years of fun and games right back on me ~ “Well, Mom, you said so!” And, well, I guess I did, and I suppose they could have called me worse, but they wouldn’t have. Like I said, they had no fear ~ except, perhaps, of the wrath and withering looks from their Mother when they did something really bad. Being restricted from certain activities was not something they looked forward to, so they were generally pretty well-behaved ~ at least at home. Once away from home, well, that’s another song for another day!