02-05-2012, 12:34 PM
I was too little to remember my first trip to church. I must've been a tiny baby, but the first few visits that I do remember in blurs didn't always have a lot to do with God. It seemed more like a community and that's what it was all about.
Snickering about somebody's hair, but being ready to fight for them if someone else messed with them. It was more like a passive gang, really.
I remember playing with the kids outside and generally only having sticks and ditches to turn into playgrounds, but without fail I was having a blast when Dad would call from the car that he was ready to go . . . too soon.
What are your earliest memories of religion in your life? All beliefs welcome.
Snickering about somebody's hair, but being ready to fight for them if someone else messed with them. It was more like a passive gang, really.
I remember playing with the kids outside and generally only having sticks and ditches to turn into playgrounds, but without fail I was having a blast when Dad would call from the car that he was ready to go . . . too soon.
What are your earliest memories of religion in your life? All beliefs welcome.

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