I was not permitted to have any wordly friends growing up; neither were my two older sisters.
When I was about 10, while on a family vacation in Miami Beach back in 1966 , my then 17 year old sister met a boy from France named Ramez. Evidently; Ramez was 19 or 20 years old, and touring the USA with his parents that summer. He was not a Jehovahs Witness . Unbeknown to my parents, a budding romance grew on the days we all spent on the beach; innocent stuff. Ramez was a nice boy; a student from the Sorbonne in Paris. His family was also very nice.
When his family came to Long Island later that summer ( where we lived) , Ramez called my sister to arrange to see her. My mother ( the theocratic "witness") answered the phone and asked him what congregation he was from. The poor boy ( who spoke excellent English) answered that he was Catholic. And that was all my mother had to hear. She forbade my sister to see him; and made sure that she did not. In her " great theocratic" self rightoeous fervor she began a tyrannical tirade about "wordly influences". I remember as a kid ; my mother having a vicious fight with my sister; who subsequently rebelled and refused to go to anymore meetings. Alas, my sister was not strong enough to resist the immediate family and extended family pressures and after 2 years of being a non JW; she came back with such devotion that she full time pioneered.
Of course, years later we all left. But I cannot forget that summer when I learned from her experience that there would be NO wordly influences in any of our lives. Best intentions Mom; but BIG mistake....