I was raised a roman catholic. In second grade, I was placed in a religion class in order to prepare for my first un-holy communion. I absorbed the lessons as well as anyone else. I even remembered what I was supposed to say to the priest during my first confession.
Into the confessional I went:
Bless me father, for I have sinned and this is my first confession. My sins are:
oh crap, no one told me what sins. I grabbed at the first thing that came to my frozen brain. I took a breath and continued,
robbing a river bank---
Are you lieing to father?
Yes father.
He let me off with a couple of prayers and that was that.
I guess I was absent the day the class learned what sins were.
sapphoq on life
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