Every person has memories of there childhood. I do to,but most of all my memories would be enough to scare you, or so out there that you would ask yourself my god did this really happen to her. I assure you that all my memories that I will blog about are true. I will also try and write about my good memories, but trust me there isn't that many. I will change the names of my family, friends, and relatives, so that I can write without anyone knowing who exactly is writing. The memories I will blog about are not in any kind of order, I will write them as they come to me.
I was born into a very religious family,but that did not stop my father from getting falling down drunk almost every night, and to top it off he was a mean drunk. The only times he didn't drink were meeting nights(a night that we had to go to church).My mother a very good woman stood by his side not for love,but because in the J.W religion the man was the head of the house hold, and divorce was forbidden. Unless someone committed adultery and even then you had to talk to the elders of the church to see if it was okay divorce. Elders are ordinary men that make the decision for the congregation on everything and anything. Basically anything you feel is wrong, and you have confessed or someone has told on you. Once they have come to know your sin the three men(the elders) pray over the matter then let you know what your punishment will be, because god has spoken to them through prayer. Never the less I thought being a J.W. was hard, and I wished my family could have been any religion other than J.W's
