Meeting Night

Well like I said before going to church or kingdom hall as the J.W's would call it was a big thing for my parents. As a kid I hated those meeting nights, 3 days a week 2 hours per meeting. That's not including the time you had to put in walking door to door trying to sell magazines to people. If you didn't go door to door then your were an inactive J.W. and god forbid that happen. Being just a kid all I ever heard was just a bunch of mumbo jumbo, and I would get sleepy. If my mom caught me sleeping she would pinch me to wake me up, but if my dad caught me sleeping he would hit me with the belt, and not when we got home either, he would wake me up and walk me outside the J.W. building take off his belt and hit the crap out of me. I would be mortified, because I knew people could hear me screaming and crying. When I would see some other kid sleeping I thought they were so lucky, because there parents wouldn't take them outside to get hit.