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Originally Posted by Moxie
I remember, as a small child, around 5, in Sunday School... and how intimidated I was to have to repeat stories that did not merge with my innocence....
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I had to endure all that **** as well - for a while.
I think the last day I spent there was when they handed out all these paper pieces to all the kids that made letters. I was the only kid that made the word DOG whereas all the others made GOD.
I also remember an earlier episode: the Vicar asking me do define faith, I said I could not (since faith to me is a stupid idea). I asked if he could. So far as I remember he could not - at least not in terms that I found sounded remotely like truth.
I think my parents got the idea I didnt fit in there so they had to look after me a bit more on Sunday instead of conveniently dumping me off for some peace and quiet
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