Spiritual Heritage

So how to begin this? Words help. Could you imagine a post where no one posted anything? And it was just blank? It would kinda defeat the the purpose. Also I guess a good place to start would be the beginning.

So my beginnings start in the small(ish) town of Abbotsford. My parents had a marriage that was doomed from the start - my dad was a Mennonite by heritage, and my mom was a catholic for the free ticket to purgatory baptism promised. (So it was a menno and a catholic - neither of whom believed in God). Pretty much everyone on my dad's side is a firm believer in God. And basically nobody on my moms side knows about God. So really that is my spiritual heritage wrapped in a nice shinny bow - Mennonite, Catholic, and Atheist. Fantastic. (Forgive me if I seem a little cynical. I'm kinda tired.)

So anyways, I was born into a spiritual power struggle. My Oma and Opa (grandma and grandpa in German) obviously thought I should go to church, and would bring me to VBS's (Vacation Bible Schools) put on by various churches, or bring me to their church themselves. My Grandma and Grandpa didn't care. And while neither really believed in God both my mom and my dad decided I should go to at least Sunday School. My dad thought I should go to a Mennonite church, my mom said Catholic. My dad however compromised and took me to a First Alliance church. Mom never came. (I promise there is a point to this later on in my life.) I loved going to Sunday School, and VBS was fun. But church was boring. So boring. I usually could fall asleep (without even trying).

So as a little kid, I never thought God wasn't real. He just wasn't important. I grew up closer to my mom's side of the family. What I truly learned of God was, He controlled the weather. Or rather parts of it. Thunder was caused by God moving furniture in Heaven. Rain was caused by angels leaving the tap on, and lightening was angels swinging off of chandeliers. The tooth fairy came whenever you lost a tooth. And you went to Heaven if you were good. The classification of good, of course, was the same good that makes Santa bring you presents every December. I was on a fast track to atheism.

(Reading back I realized I forgot a few things. I shall add them now if you do or don't mind)

So like I said, I started off in Abbotsford. We (my parents and myself) moved to a town right outside of there. Then we moved up to Sickanee (if you know where that is or how to spell it, please let me know cause I sure don't) which is away from my dads side of the family and towards my moms. In Sickanee (pronounced sick-ah-knee) we lived with my Grandma and Grandpa. We then moved to the northern town of Fort St. John. By the time we moved to there I was five. Now if you think that is a lot of moving for a little girl just wait until I get older.

I think I shall end this here for now. And get onto what happens here later. Goodnight. Or good day (if your reading this in the middle of the day). Good time anyway.

Hollie