Well, this is an easy one. Growing up, my parents always made me go to church. When I was young, I spent all of my Sundays, Monday nights, and Thursday nights going to the Kingdom Hall. I conformed because I didn’t have a choice. I can say that when I was little, I didn’t mind it as much as I did once I was a teenager. Once I was a teenager and my parents were still dressing me up in Mexican looking dresses to my ankles, it got a little bit embarassing.
My parents were very strict old-fashioned Mexican parents that didn’t play. What they said went, no questions asked. I conformed to their authority and in order to fit in with my family and their church. I had to obey them or there was consequences. It’s not like today, that children can actually have choices. I wasn’t raised that way. I was raised in a “do as I say, not as I do” type of home. It was a very authoritarian home.
Now that I am grown up, although I don’t really attend any church much, it’s funny how certain beliefs stayed in my heart. I possibly go once a year because my sister asks me to go for the “Resurrection of Jesus Christ” because she is still Jehovah’s Witness and I love her and respect her so I try to make her happy. Once again, continuing to conform.
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