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A childhood belief about afterlife

Growing up a catholic, when I was 7 years old, it was time for my First Communion.

On this occasion all the kids of my age went to a special mass and they get to drink some diluted sacramental wine for the fist time.

We kids were standing in front of the altar, I was the farthest on the right. The priest gave the goblet to the kid at the left, everone drank a bit and passed it on. When it was my turn it was already empty.

As I didn't get to drink, I was afraid this would render the whole initiation invalid, and that with this formal error in my First Communion, I might be turned down at heaven's gate.

— Thomas

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