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I spent my teen years living with my grandparents (long, ugly backstory) and every Sunday we had Sunday School, Church, KFC (no cooking on the Lord's day) afternoon nap and back to Church for evening services, Wednesday Prayer Meeting, Friday youth group and so on.
Unfortunately, I've always been a thinker, some might even say critical thinker. I have some fond memories of the community fostered at the Church I went to, but just like Jimmy Carter (and well before him, I might add) I just couldn't cotton to the anti-woman slant of the Southern Baptists. And I remember being so annoyed at my grandfather saying I should just mindlessly pull the Democratic lever, that I researched all of the candidates. I can't remember who I voted for, but I voted for them based on their positions, not their letter. Nowadays, I still do that, but it's a rare Republican who even gets a glance.
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