I was probably 12 or 13 at the time.
I was out in service on a terribly cold, inhospitable winter morning. I was paired with a slightly older (age 15-16) peer.
One woman opened her door, and with equal parts puzzlement and disgust, said words to the effect of: 'I can't believe that they have you out doing this, on a morning with these awful conditions.
My peer said: 'But this is Our Choice.'
Well, it might've been true for him - but it sure as hell wasn't true for me.
No, I was out there because my mother expected it of me. Nothing more than that.
And that's when it hit me - front and center.
We're lying. But apparently, it's OK as long as it's done for selective interests...