I was 5 years old when the P.O. sat across from me at my mothers kitchen table and told me that I was "going to die at armageddon if you don't stop talking to your brother". My brother was 15 years older than me and was recently disfellowshipped. I was FIVE years old for God's sake. I wasn't baptized at that age.
I wonder how much he had to drink before he came over to my house that day. He was a known Alcholic (sp).