When my sister and I were children you went to Catholic church with this little doiley thing on your head. I had very thin straight hair any my bobbypins would fall out. My sister told me that it was a sin not to wear it so I had to manage to keep it on. One windy day I was entering the church when a gust of wind blew my "doiley" off my head. My grandmother and sister were a few steps ahead of me and I hollered, at the top of my lungs to them, into a big, old echoey church, "I can't go in there Nana or I'm going straight to hell!" Needless to say the congregation got quite a kick out it. The priest did explain to me later that that was simply not true. I'm not Catholic anymore.
A childhood belief about church
others believed things like this
- I used to believe the local Catholic church was Disney Land.— Sherri
- I used to think that church songs were pop music. Well, we did sing them in church every week...— Roxy
- I was sad for many years because my aunt once told me I would go to hell for farting in church!— Tara
- My fiance was in church as a kid and he saw the Vicar of the church and asked his Mum if it was God.— Andys fiancee
- I used to think that the priest at church was JESUS.
He had a beard.... it made sense— Joe B - my sister when she was little thorght head lice tried to borrow into her head to get to her brainAnon