In 2nd grade, we were supposed to copy the words to a Christmas song, and myself and another JW classmate refused. The teacher allowed us to change the words to: Glad tidings of the Kingdom...
Imagine that! 7 years old and I already felt guilty. At this point, I had been in the TMS for 2 years!
Let's not even talk about all the times I had to sit out in the hallway for birthday parties...