In the local Kingdom Hall is an elder who I always thought was so nice and kind.
One day I found him talking to a little boy only just turned three. The child had behaved beautifully (sat unnaturally repressed) all through the Sunday meeting. I caught the elder scolding him savagely, as if he'd committed a great crime, for raising his voice happily after it had finished. Just that one little incident rang warning bells for me.
With good reason. Two or three months later, that elder showed his true colours as a two-faced ***%#%***, and I saw just what a huge mistake I'd made ever to get involved with this crazy, two-faced religion. I vowed never again to enter a Kingdom Hall, and I never have, and never will.
I've spent today happily with two of my grandchildren, aged 20 months and 3 years. As I read your story, Toenail, I felt so sad for the little girl that you were, and thought of that little boy, his mother and grandmother well and truly under the thumb of that elder and the repressive, hypocritical elderette who tried so hard to indoctrinate me.