I am a born in and long since fled. Meetings were always very painful. We attended a convention in NOvia Scotia. My younger sister was around three years old. We were forced to sit next to a Bethelite, sitting with his girlfriend. He put his arm around her. Marriage. My mom had nothing for my sister to do. I used to imagine all sorts of things to not lose my mind. A lot of Western TV shows involving Indians. My sister started to brush her feet against the chair in front of her. The Bethelite interrupted his smooching to take off his belt and hand it to my mother. What love.
My mom was born in herself and felt sorry for us. She allowed me to take a teen fashion doll to a convention. The rules were I had to be quiet. Suzette made things much easier. My mom was criticized for allowing Suzette.
Later, I would endlessly repeat "John Paul, George & Ringo" endlessly inside my mind.
The brothers were very ignorant. I surpassed them by fourth grade. Not that I was so bright but that they were so stupid and ill equipped. Yet hankie must be on head. Many is a time I thought I would die from the boredom. I refused to go and look JW like. My father dragged me against my will and publicly pinched me and pinched me. I can not sing on key. When I wasn't delivering a Met Opera performance, I was kicked publicly. Oh, happy days.
The kids at my church smile. They are actually enjoying themselves. The words of Jesus are not synonmous with wanting to commit suicide to not be bored.