I myself grew up in a completely repressive, christian home. I wasn't even allowed to read ANYTHING that wasn't by a devoutly christian author. Although, this probably is what drove me to my absolute love of the written word in the first place. When I was nine I used to go the mall with my mom and we would split up for about an hour. I would go to the bookstore and spend my allowance on a book which I would then stuff down my pants for the return trip home. I had torn out the vast majority of the pages from my bible so that I could place a book inside it and look like I was reading about the great and almighty god.
On a side note I am probably not the best person to argue with Abeguy since my first child was born when I was 16 and I was regularly using heroin by 19. Oh well, what can you do? But I want to be clear that my drug use was not a form of rebellion. I just hated myself and wanted to die but I was too much of a coward to commit suicide. I'm over all of this now, by the way.
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