I remember Christmas before my Mom bought the Watchtower and Awake from two Watchtower Workers. One thin dime changed my life forever. Gone were the smells of the Christmas tree, the warm lights from the Christmas tree, pretty wrapped gifts, and nice Christmas cookies. At the age of seven Mom then informed me there was no Santa Claus or Easter Bunny and that these things were all pagan. Of course, I never had another birthday party because that was also pagan. I had no idea what pagan meant.
These were replaced by going to meetings every Tuesday and Friday night, and Sunday morning, and going in service every Saturday morning, and Mom studying the orange Paradise book with me every Saturday afternoon. I had the added bonus of before I could go to school Mom had to read the daily text to me. Mom was a good Watchtower Witness. Mom being a slave to the Watchtower took away my childhood. All it took was one thin dime and now knowing the end was so close that I would not go to high school and Mom would not get old and die.
Mom died of old age 60 years later and my grandchildren have graduated from high school. The Watchtower Company have robbed millions of people from not living in the present and to live in the future in a fairy tale dream.
Sour Grapes