I Dont Go to Church

As a child my parents forced me to go to church every Sunday until I was about 14. I never went willingly and I can remember discovering that Father Christmas ( Santa ) was in fact my parents and thinking that if he was just a madeup story then there was every chance that the church beliefs were as well. Where I grew up, everything seemed to be about religion. What the good people in the church would think if I was seen to mis-behave. The shame that my parents would have when they would go back to church the following Sunday. To my shame I realise that they must have gone many times with their heads hung low because misbehaving was what I was best at. I was so disgusted by the hypocrisy of their fellow church goers that I swore to myself that I would never put foot in that church again until it was time for my parents funerals. 4 years ago I went for that second funeral and I will never return. It's true also that my home today is about 1000 kilometres from that church and that's a nice distance from bad memories.