Oh dear god.
I just remembered. When I was ten, my mother used to force me to go to church on a weekly basis, despite the fact I was very bright for my age, & was able to fully articulate exactly why I was an atheist.

One year, she ends up on the church Easter float committee, & has the bright idea of dressing all the kids under eleven years old up as rabbits. Being ten, this included me. However, there was a significant age gap between me an the next oldest kid in this age group. Three whole years, to be precise.

I felt like a right prat. To make matters worse, this was in a small island community, & the entire populace turned out to line the streets. Including every kid at my school.

Imagine the sheer embarrasment of a known & proud athiest being forced to walk in a church parade, whilst being at least a foot taller than all the other rabbits, in front of just about everyone I knew. Thanks mum.

Therapist, please.
( Sylia Stingray is pilfering the biscuits on, Tue 17 Jan 2006, 14:46, Reply)