Jr. Following is the seventh essay of a series on how various persons have grown toward unbelief.
Submissions are welcome.
The preferred length is 750-1200 words. When I was a young child, my parents and grandparents sent me to church on Sundays. And like any other sensible, red-blooded American boy, I hated it. Freedom of religion and freedom from religion are not guaranteed to children. The insufferable drivel of the preaching parasites in their pulpits bored me almost to tears.