Anybody got any interesting stories about growing up Catholic, and the crap we had to endure when we were alone with the Priests and Nuns? My Grandfather was a Sexton of the Church, and I have a ton of them about the goings on. I just know how traumatized I am over Catholo Catholociz Catholocis being a Catholic, I should say ex-Catholic, that I wondered how you guys felt. I should say, this is in the fifties, and it was pretty dark stuff. When I was five, I was so frightened, my dad pulled me out for the year. I wouldn't go to sleep at night, I was so afraid of going to hell. I mean, what the hell could you do at five that could send you to hell. That guy with Mary Jo Lateaurno was 13, and you could easily forgive him for that. Well, maybe not Mary Jo, She was sort of a dog, but the hot blonds anyway. Give. Please, none of those horrible molestation things. I'm just talking about the rubber hose on the back of the legs, or rulers to the knuckles, the fear of eternal damnation at six, that sort of stuff. We'll keep it light.