I remember standing in front of my first tarot deck. It was facing me on a shelf in a gift shop in the Casper, Wyoming mall. I was fifteen and had no money on me. We did not live in Casper so I knew I wouldn't get a chance to come back and buy it. I asked my sister to buy it for me and am so grateful that she did. Some years later, I learned that there is a superstition in the tarot community: one should not buy their own deck, rather, it should come to them as a gift.