Mongrel wrote:There's more pics in the (short) thread. Good stuff.
Is this why people asked me in 7th grade if I was a devil worshipper?
Better than assuming in 1st grade that you are one, based on the fact that you wear a St Christopher medallion with Latin words on it and a Chi-Rho-a-gram
hoo boy. Fundies. Sweet Jesus, save me from your followers.
Mom heard about our satan worshipping from the principal, who heard it from the kids who beat me up, and made little sewn sachets to encase the medallions in so the trailer trash
children at school wouldn't be able to accidentally view the eldritch sigils of hadal summoning
Latin "ora pro nobis" and get struck by the evil eye
As a result, we were downgraded from "acolytes of Satan" to "witches" and speculation ran rampant as to what was inside our "mojo bags". Since neither my sister or I wanted to be upgraded back to "acolytes of Satan", we stopped answering questions about it. We eventually stopped going out in public wearing anything that would reveal any hint of the unusual neckwear: no swimming pools, no bathing suits, turtlenecks all year round, dresses buttoned up, etc. Four years later, we moved to the city, where now we sat side by side with kids from 6 continents, who could care less what or whom or where you prayed. But the swimming pools and backyard waterslides were gone, there was no place to play.