This turned out longer than I meant it to, so I apologize in advance.
I respond to and am called by many names by various people, but there are only three I truly accept as mine: my given name, which, being underage, I'm not comfortable (or allowed to be) sharing online; Dragonheart, what I call myself on most online sites and which I use for a few certain other things; and my magickal name, which no one knows save the God, the Goddess, and me. Silversong, Silver, or Dragon are all things I'll respond to on here, though it may take me a while to get used to being Silversong or Silver.
I'm a teenage Witch living with my mom. I never knew my father, having been born via AI (Artificial Insemination) due to my mother never being able to find a guy who was serious enough to get married and have kids, but that doesn't bother me. (I remember flouncing up to my ex-best friend when I was little and going, "I found out who my father is!" "Who?" "God!" being only half-joking. Made her laugh, though.) I'm an only child, but that doesn't bother me either - sometimes Rent-A-Sisters are more convenient: you can send them home when you get irritated with them. I have five people I consider my siblings-in-all-but-blood, those being Flame, Red, Moon (the only guy in the bunch), Ciar, and Jadie. (None of those are real names, obviously. This is what happens when we get bored.) I rarely see Ciar and Jadie anymore, but they have been, are, and always shall be my sisters-in-all-but-blood. That terminology gets a little awkward and I don't use it with Moon anymore, chiefly because I dated him for almost three months (my first and only boyfriend). XD
I'm lucky enough to have a Wiccan family: both Mom and Aunt are Wiccan, with Mom implementing more of the Christian faith into her personal worship than the rest of us. I was raised with a combination of Wicca and Christianity (note: not Catholicism), but I was also taught the basics of multiple other religions, so that I could in time choose my own path and also so that I would understand and empathize with people who didn't share my personal choice. I was introduced to the Craft very young, and I remember doing rituals when I was just a little girl. My town is very very VERY Christian, however (six churches within walking distance of each other... *shakes head* even people of the same faith can't agree on the details and have to split apart), so one of my first memories of Wicca was the emphasis on the last part of the Witch's Pyramid: to Will, to Know, to Dare (some say Do), and to Be Silent. I was always told never to talk about Wicca to my friends, not because it was something to be ashamed of or because I had to be afraid, but because their parents might not understand and might not let us be friends anymore. (To be fair, I eventually stopped talking to the person who was my best friend at that time because she was and is a very, very my-way-or-the-high-way, I'm-right-and-you're-wrong-and-nothing-you-say-can-convince-me kind of person. Once she has something in her head, she can NEVER be convinced otherwise, no matter what - and she firmly believes that Wicca is devil worship, despite the fact that apparently her own older sister is Wiccan. Also to be fair, you do kind of have to pound it into a little kid's head to not talk about something because little kids tend to talk about things they shouldn't if you're not really careful.) I know they didn't intend for it to happen, but somewhere along the way that caution (a good thing) turned into fear (a not-so-good thing), and that fear became part of my subconscious programming. I'm currently trying to work through that, because once I realized that it was there, it started eating away at me and I was in a bit of a bad place for a while. Don't worry, not self-harm bad or anything, just kinda out of whack for a bit. (More about that on my meet-me thread, in my siggie.)
However, despite the fact that I was raised with the Craft and I went to a Christian church every Sunday (still do; they pay me to play the piano, so I'm not complaining), I didn't feel drawn to any path in particular until last year, actually around this time. Both my mother and I were starting to be concerned she'd raised an athiest child, but last year, something inside me woke up that had been asleep all my life. I started reading about Wicca nonstop, and "borrowing" books from my mother's shelf (it's not my fault they somehow never found their way back... hehe. She doesn't mind). Something woke up that had been dormant before, and I kind of looked at it going, "Well, it took you long enough." I received my copy of the family Book of Shadows on the Summer Solstice last year, finally committing myself to this path for my own choice. I now have both a hard copy and a digital version. I also promptly started adding to it, having found that the hide-from-prying-eyes spell that already existed in the front of our BoS didn't appeal to me much. I jotted down my own on a piece of notebook paper, which is now stuck right in the front. (The nice thing about having a family BoS is that you have a big fat list of spells and correspondences right there for use, even if you don't like most of them and have to rewrite a lot of them, or just start from scratch and write your own.)
Long story short: Having known both the Wiccan and Christian ways all my life, Wicca is just right for me. It makes a lot more sense and I can sometimes feel the Goddess as strongly as if not stronger than the God. (Night before last, for instance.) I can't deny Her existence.