things we worried about

When I was ten or eleven I was suffocated by religious fervour in school. It was just two people, actually: a boy in my class called Andrew, and my cousin, Sharon. Thanks to them I skipped trick-or-treating at least one year. Halloween was, apparently, pagan – while Christian holidays have zero pagan influences, of course. In grade five I agreed, for whatever reason, to go to some evening church activity with Andrew. Read More »