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I started going to church when I was about seven years old when my papa was still alive I remember because he's the one who dropped me off there for summer camp I think that was one of the last moments we spent alone with each other before he died I wish I could remember whatever he might have said to me Anyhow I went to this church until I was about fourteen years old then they fired our youth pastor for reasons I'll never know but everyone will have some sort of answer for because this is a small town & everyone is in trouble for some misdeed I started listening to rock music & dressing in nothing but black oh the look on the face of every respectable adult in this withering town I could have painted them all petrified but it didn't matter because that's the year I met some great long-term friends & we would have many drinks and dark stories to tell each other later I never attend that church anymore but I got married in another one & the pastor shared our last name even though we weren't related my sister-in-law tells me he reminds her of the fake plastic Tim Allen Santa I wonder when I'll ever fall asleep
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 4:12 AM UTC
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I started going to church when I was about seven years old when my papa was still alive I remember because he's the one who dropped me off there for summer camp I think that was one of the last moments we spent alone with each other before he died I wish I could remember whatever he might have said to me Anyhow I went to this church until I was about fourteen years old then they fired our youth pastor for reasons I'll never know but everyone will have some sort of answer for because this is a small town & everyone is in trouble for some misdeed I started listening to rock music & dressing in nothing but black oh the look on the face of every respectable adult in this withering town I could have painted them all petrified but it didn't matter because that's the year I met some great long-term friends & we would have many drinks and dark stories to tell each other later I never attend that church anymore but I got married in another one & the pastor shared our last name even though we weren't related my sister-in-law tells me he reminds her of the fake plastic Tim Allen Santa I wonder when I'll ever fall asleep
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33/F/American
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 4:12 AM UTC
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