oh yeah, that stuff....
I couldnt spike my hair, couldnt watch ren and stimpy, TMNT, simpsons, or other shows i wanted to. had to get up every frickin sat morning for service instead of cartoons, had no friends, got spanked for drawing during the meetings and not paying attention, got punished for falling asleep in meetings, had everything i told my dad and others about what i liked and wanted to do with my life shot to hell, be it play football, be a doctor, fly airplanes, etc. all because the ideas of going to bethel and pioneering were constantly shoved down my throat. and of course i'd get the question of, "dont you want to please god?":)
I remember one time, i told my dad i wanted to find a cure for cancer(i was big into discovery channel, and i'd watched some special on it) and he told me that wasnt a wise goal, and that i should concentrate on saving people forever. I was EIGHT!
it's all good though. cheers to those born in!
