When I was six my mother started sending me to catechism classes at the local Catholic church school. Eight years later I was still attending. I hated it. Instead of the happy learning experience that I was promised...all I can recall is how we were all going to go to hell unless we confessed to Father every terrible thing that we'd ever done. Now, when you're six there isn't a lot that I can imagine one doing that could possibly be so terrible. Still...the "I forgot to take out the dog" got you at least five Hail Marys and a time out in the nearest pew.

By the time I was 13 I hadn't done much worse ...except miss mass. Now apparently that was a mortal sin (well, depending on whether you asked the old scary priest or the new hip one)

As I matured I began to see more holes in the teachings, more threats, more questionable ethics and behaviors. I recall challenging my mother to the many "whys" of the church...but she just sent me off in anger.

As soon as I my father allowed me...I quit catechism. (I don't really think he was on board with the Catholic teachings either...or maybe it was just too many bad memories nuns rapping the knuckles with a ruler that chilled him)

Still, every Sunday my mother would scream and yell at us to get to church services...and more and more I spent that hour daydreaming.

By the time I was seventeen I wasn't even attending mass...I'd drive off to the local Dairy Queen and contemplate dating instead. If my mom would have known she would have surely killed me...but luckily she attended Saturday night mass instead.

By the time I was in college I had taken a few courses on religion and decided that many did indeed use scare tactics to "keep their flock in line" I also realized how politics and religion can go hand in hand...and not in a good way.

I decided that I would embrace my own system, a combination of many religions..and teach my children the same...and give them a choice.

Last night my youngest daughter was invited to a youth church service at a new local church. I was mortified to find out that at this service the children (all between ages 8 and 10) were told that the world would be ending in seven years. The minister went on to describe burnings and pain...and how only those attending would be "saved"

Thank goodness my child has been taught that many religions have their own ways..not necessarily wrong or right...just different. Otherwise I could have had a hysterical little girl on my hands.

I do not think that children need to be controlled by such scare tactics. They are young and should not have to deal with such a grown up view. Its all debatable, I say let kids be kids..a basic teaching of right and wrong should suffice.

Innocence is a beautiful thing....no one should force that away.