I second the comments by Java.
As a child my mother claimed to be plagued by demons from time to time. I was warned to be on my guard as they would come into my room and try to harm me. My parents told me to pray to Jehovah and if I had been good he would help me. I could never be totally sure I had been good as I was repeatedly told that I would never be good enough.
Naturally I laid in bed in fear, too frightened to get up and go to the bathroom which was all the way downstairs and as a result, would sometimes wet the bed. This made me a bad and filthy boy, which meant I could expect no help when the demons came to get me. To make up for this I was given a sturdy walking stick that I kept in the bed with me to fight off the demons. Later my parents decided the stick was demonised and threw it out along with the several other contaminated items.
I spent many night laying awake asking Jehovah to forgive me for whatever I was supposed to have done wrong. Every shadow and noise could be a demon. Fortunately the demons never came so I must have been good enough for Jehovah to protect me after all. I was so grateful that I became a regular pioneer 6 weeks after I was 15. I was most concerned that other people could benefit from the same protection I had received.
The next hurdle to overcome was making sure I pleased my protector, Jehovah, enough to persuade him not to kill me. The funny thing is that after I left the Witnesses, the demons lost interest in me. They probably know I will now to be killed off by Jehovah so they are busy terrorising other Witness children. I keep a baseball bat by the bed just in case they get a day off and call by for old times sake. Ah but is the bat demonised? Still the devil will call his boys off if I ask him, now we are in league with each other
What other children had such an exciting childhood? Why on earth would I want to have been brought up differently and miss out on such an adventure? Of course Witnesses make the best parents - what is wrong with you all!
Trevor