I remember going to catechism in the lower level of the church. It was Lent and we were going up to the church level for the Stations of the Cross. These were the days when women wore hats or veils to church. I did not have one with me. The nun in charge told me to go into the bathroom and put toilet tissue on my head with a bobby pin. I blindly did so. None of my friends even laughed. We were so utterly brainwashed.

"Both girl and and boy were glad, 'cuz one kid had it worse than them,
'Cuz there was this boy, whose--
Parents made him come home right after school,
And when they went to their church--
They shook and lurched all over the church floor.
He couldn't quite explain it, they'd always just gone there!

I like you better now too, after all long time ago you were in short pants, he, he.

Good for you! I experienced the same thing. Our parents dropped us off at the Methodist Church for Sunday school and went home, presumably back to bed.

At age 13, I became an atheist when I realized the Bible was just a book of stories written by men.

Thats great. Congrats.

It does sound like a drug-induced dreamscape