This summer I went to visit my grand mother. (She's like my best friend). My grandmother is a very religious, wise woman with elegance and grace like nothing I have ever seen. The minuet she is near me I feel at peace. And for the longest time I was scared to tell her just because of how down to earth she is. Plus when I started to think of how I would tell her, it convinced me I was crazy and I would just restart again ha-ha.
One night we were sitting out on her porch looking out into the deep forest that lines her entire property. We weren't saying anything just enjoying the lighting bugs. Then a feeling of pride came over me.
I don't know where I came from. But she turned to me and said "Liz, what number am I thinking of?" I looked into her eyes and instantly the feeling of knowing filled me and instantly I replied "58". She smiled like I have never seen her before. This rush of excitement flowed through me, and if you could see my face I probably looked like peater parker when he figured out he had superpowers.
"Connie would be so proud!" She exclaimed standing up and clapping her hands. Connie was my great grandmother. I didn't say anything just looked at her. Grandma explained to me that Connie had a gift of many psychic abilities. She was known in the town of Hope for it. And apparently I was the next generation to inherit the ability. Ever since then grandmother has been trying to help me along with this (talking to my parents, having friends call and talk to me about my experiences) but it's like they don't truly understand unless they have had the experience happen to them.