It really didn't matter if we learned anything, it only mattered that we were good. Punishment for being bad was most severe at times. It was a different time back then, my church going years were during the 60's and 70's.
My earliest memories of going to church were with my paternal grandparents. My grandparents were Jehovah's Witnesses... Let me just say to this day I still have problems accepting or celebrating holidays. I can't find the joy in it. Also there were no rewards going to church with my grandparents.
Over the years there have been other denominations, mostly Baptist, Methodist, and Pentecostal. I can honestly say that as a child the Holy Rollers scared the hell out of me!
My parents divorced when I was just a toddler, and I spent the next several years being shipped from one parent to the other. It's strange how my only memories of going to church were with my father or his family. My father was also married a few times, and with each new step mom came a new church, or so it seemed.
It was during one of my months long visits with him that I began to experience the so called rewards of going to church.
