I was born to young couple who were the first generation to leave the farm and try to make a life in the city. They had known each other since they were babies. They attended the same little church that all their parents had attended and most of their grandparents. I was the eldest of the grandchildren on both sides of the family. I was good at being spoiled, even if I say so myself. I was raised in the domination called The Church of Christ. No instrumental music, no dancing, tattoos and premarital sex meant certain Doom. Communion every week, tent meetings, prayer meetings, song singings, vbs, the bus Ministry, and whatever else they could dream up, I was in the middle of it. Yet, internally I had questions as a child, I had opinions as an early teen, and decisions shortly thereafter. Though in some ways I'm sure I'm the disappointment, the black sheep, I am still well-loved by my family and not pressured to the return to the fold. I told my father once. " as long as I don't subscribe to those ideas (meaning Christianity) I really don't have any business being there." he agreed.