When I was about 8,
my very Christian Aunty would look after me and my brother if Mum was busy. Her kids (my cousins) went to Sunday school and she did everything in her power to persuade us to go too.

One day, I gave in and decided to go and was bored out of my tiny little mind by a man in a skirt. He was talking nonsense about a 'superhero' who clearly didn't exist anywhere other than some comic called 'The Bible' (which I'd never read).

I came home and complained about it. Then went the following week. The week after AND the week after that.

The gave away free biscuits at the end of the ceremony (or whatever it's called) and they was a girl called Sam who let me see her knickers!

That is as far as my interest in church has ever gone.

EDIT - I just re-read that and when I say I was 'BORED' by a priest - I didn't mean it in the catholic sense!
(Colonel Santiago Introduced surprised kitty to the world., Fri 20 Mar 2009, 11:35, Reply)