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MY RELIGIONReligion was a piffling part of my family when I was young. I remember getting cloaked in a pretty dress and jelly shoes every(prenominal) Sunday morning. Attending a small Baptist church service located in the country on a windy, tinkers damn road was our assumed religion. Some measure my mystify and I would go or my favorite sister would take me. However, when my mother would take me and my sisters, in that location were instances when my mother would flee from the church to the van, for what reason, then I did not bonk. Of course, I would become only to find her to be in the van with tears drift down her cheeks and smoking a cigarette. I never understood the importation until I grew older and learned of the unrighteous things she had done in the past. The preacher mans sermon would attack her conscience terribly. I believe my mum wanted her kids to k directly about the Creator and endured the mental pain to drop the task. Soon enough when I turned twelve, things changed and we did not attend church that regularly and eventually leading to not at all.In pith school, I made a friend, Kelly, who attended church every Sunday. My florists chrysanthemum did not frown upon me being with her so I would spend virtually Saturday nights with Kelly and wake up to attend church with her. It was great fun because there was a band and they made it lively. Unfortunately, Kelly moved away and we lost tactility completely and I did not attend church again until I met my husband thirteen years later. A long time, yes I know To be upfront, he is an Atheist and has been through a lot of ordeals in his life and blames God for it so no matter how many times I try to steer him into believing, it fails. His father attends Easter service every year in a Presbyterian church and always asks us to come. I always do and I bring along our son who is now three-years-old. I know he does not understand but I want for him what I had when I was younger.