I been baptized. Filled out more than one of those cards in church that said I accept Jesus Christ as my personal savior too. And I recited the pledgeofallegiance along with the Lord's Prayer every morning before lessons began.
Wasn't much in the way of religionism in my public school, it was generally accepted that the Methodists and the Baptists had very different beliefs and so it was best not to broach the subject.
And we ate fish on Fridays.
Near as I can tell my folks sent us kids to Sunday School so they could f*ck on Sunday morning.
Catechism (aka CCD) on Saturday mornings, probably for much the same reason, LOL...at least up till around the time I turned seven or eight. I think the moaning and groaning slowed to a gradual stop after that because as it turns out, my old man was apparently quite the scoundrel.
And he reaped the whirlwind for it eventually, but to my mom's credit she took him back and they spent the rest of their lives even closer than before. I think I will give her the credit for that.
"Das Nuke" is lucky she did, too.
