When we went to Catholic mass when I was about 8 or 9 years old we always used to sit on the front bench. At that time we weren't 'confirmed' and so didn't go up for holy communion but we listened in on those who were. The priest at our church was an old Irish guy who'd obviously said the words so often that they merged together so for years I thought that when he put the 'host' on your tongue he said 'puddy-pram' to you. A couple of years later I learned that he actuallly said 'body of christ'.
A childhood belief about church
others believed things like this
- Until I was well along in years I always thought our family was Irish because my dads birthday was March 17th— Gladys
- I asked my father what holy water was. He told me it was the priest's bathwater. — Gwen
- I believed that Jesus Christ was the son of the Christ family, i.e., Mary and Joseph Christ.— David Araújo
- I used to think the olden days came once every couple of yearsAnon
- I am Catholic. I used to believe that the Father presenting the Mass was in fact God himself.— Lindsey
- I was sad for many years because my aunt once told me I would go to hell for farting in church!— Tara