Jim, thank you for your post. Yes, I remember well the pre-1975 excitement of being one of Jehovah's Witnesses and waiting for the Big A. I was really in anticipation. Your story is so similar to mine. I was also raised a Catholic and endured the same ridicule, march in processions, (May Procession, Graduation, Holy Communion and other Holy Days in Spring and Summer). Having to sell candy which no one would buy from me living in a poor parish. Having my friends, (most of them non-Catholic) make fun of me in my uniforms going and coming from school. The practically all day catechism, making us go to confession straight from school where I could be seen by my friends. Remember the "pagan babies", we had to buy? Try telling that story to a Protestant. The uniforms were so hideous, one could never be cool. I hated it so, that I began skipping school, for which I was expelled. And the anguish of my mother over this! I could go on and on.
What I did to escape was get married at 15, had two kids by 17 and then I met the Witnesses and converted. I of course brought my kids up in the Witness religion for a few years for which one of them blames me now at his mispent youth (not celebrating Christmas, etc.) It is true what he says; however, this is what I tell him:
"Get the hell over it"! I did.
Guess I'm of the "don't want no religion class"