Freedom!
I don't like organised religion. Never have. I find it stifling, boring, and above all, hypocritical.

So, as a Protestant, going to a Catholic school, I had a pretty hard time of it. "Why should I confess? Surely that's between me and God?" Of such questions were anti-religious wedges made. Further questions of why I should say the Hail Mary, abase myself before statues and accept the word of a man in a dress over my parents were also ignored. And as for dinosaurs, I could forget about them completely, apparently, as they are a snare for the youthful mind.

And then, one fateful day, freedom reigned. We were sat in yet another interminable Mass, and it hit me. "Actually, I don't believe in God". I was ten years old, and when I whispered it to the person sat next to me, they looked as though I'd just shat on the altar. Ho-hum.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Thu 1 Sep 2011, 15:40, 6 replies)

Did James Carter go to your school as well?

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Thu 1 Sep 2011, 15:41, closed)

Who?

(The Luggage is haunted..., Thu 1 Sep 2011, 15:57, closed)

Piston Broke / jimbob.

( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Thu 1 Sep 2011, 16:01, closed)

Thanks.
And to Rory... no.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Thu 1 Sep 2011, 16:04, closed)

I wish I'd had the balls
I just put up and shut up, I protested a bit at my mum but hardly ever at my dad, and therefore I had to go for 18 years... I hated it from the age of 5 and realised that I didn't believe in it probably about the same age as you.
(Ross McBingobangobongo bingobangobongo, Thu 1 Sep 2011, 15:56, closed)

It was one of those *bing* moments of pure insight.
Haven't been able to quite replicate the feeling since.
(The Luggage is haunted..., Thu 1 Sep 2011, 18:52, closed)