It’s time for another trip down memory lane, Dear Readers. Last time, I regaled you with the tale of my childhood and the impact's religion had on me. In this post, we will be moving on to discuss the next stage in my life: those awkward teen years. I’ll go ahead and tell you that all those Eighties teen movies Mother made me watch did not prepare me for the realities of teenagedom. To start, I was certainly no Ferris Bueller. In fact, from the outside looking in, I was a fairly dull and easy teenage girl. One who cared more about reading smutty books or fanfiction than boys or parties. I could probably count on two hands the number of times I willingly left my house between the ages of twelve and fifteen. If I set my mind on something, then I would carry it out, and for one reason or another, I was determined to be a hermit. At the age of 12, I was “saved” at a youth conference that I attended with my Auntie M’s ...
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