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Not that bad, I guess.

I went to church today. It's never really been my thing. My family is supposed to be Catholic but we've never been too big on going to church on a regular basis. All of a sudden, though, it has become important for us to do this now. We've done it once now. I've bounced around a few church services before; Methodists, Baptists, Catholic, non-denominational. They're okay.

Organized religion just isn't really my thing, I guess. I can't get excited about the church attendance and routine prayer. About answering to a higher power. I'd rather answer to myself. I respect religion and the religious, though. Everything they try to teach is amazingly relevant. Morals. Trying to improve oneself. Helping others. Those are things I buy into.

When I was younger my parents put me into a Catholic pre-school. We had uniforms and everything. We had assigned seating at lunch and I sat at the end of the table, away from everyone. Nobody spoke and the cafeteria was always dark. One of the lessons that sticks out in my mind was about counting change. The teacher told us about the monetary values of dimes and nickels and quarters. This was somewhat useful. Then she explained that the reason we had these coins was because of our Lord and Savior. If I'm not mistaken, this was the first time I ever raised my eyebrow.

I went to a pre-kindergarten on the University of Houston campus. It was a wonderful time. Batman Returns and Jurassic Park were my two favorite movies and I would re-enact scenes from them regularly. There was a large garage filled with tricycles and plastic push cars that we would ride around on a track that weaved through the playground. It was excellent and we pretended that we were actually driving around Jurassic Park on a tour. There was also a table inside that I would put a stack of papers on top of and then run towards. When I got to the table I would slam my hand down on the papers and pull them off. This was a scene from Batman when Selina Kyle realizes that she has Max Shreck's speech notes and grabs them. I'm not really sure why I was pretending to be her instead of Batman. I also played 'house' a few time. One time my friend poured me a cup of coffee because I was the dad who came home. There was a dead bee in my cup and I swallowed it. I stopped playing house forever after that. Also I stole a toy racecar from the toybox. It was the first thing I ever stole. It was okay.

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