Magic has always found me. Long before I ever stepped foot into the Magic Castle, long before I met a man in a purple suit, magic lived in the smallest corners of my childhood. It showed up in a living room that smelled of cookies, in a lazy boy recliner, and in the laughter I shared with my grandfather. My First Magician My grandpa was my very first “magician.” He never owned a top hat or a deck of marked cards. He didn’t know sleights or misdirection…at least, not the kind