I don't believe in god
This wasn't always the case, and I couldn't always say it aloud when it was.
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2 days ago
I'm in third grade. I've just finished mashing the white Wonderbread between my palms, flattening it out, and ripping it into circles. The milk is poured, so that means communion is ready. I'm putting on a fake mass at home, just for fun. While serving communion, I playfully apologize that the fairies came in and turned the wine white last night. I get lightly scolded for this; apparently I'm not to mention "fairies" and the church in the same sentence.
My family and I go to church every Sunday and my mom teaches at a parochial school. We (my three siblings and I) behave at school and get good grades.
I'm in fifth grade. I find a pink receipt from Ward-Brodt—a receipt for a gift Santa had given us for Christmas. I put two and two together and then cry in my room. I feel ashamed, sad, upset that I've been lied to all this time, and upset at myself for having believed so strongly.
I'm in sixth grade. During Sunday School, my religious ed teacher says that part of the Bible is made up of stories intended to teach lessons. Not true stories. Wait a minute… I begin to question the existence of god.
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