As a child I was baptized Presbyterian, being of Scotch decent my family were Presbyterian. I remember very little other than Sunday school and being bored to tears in the pew with my grandmother each Sunday. My parents never attended. At this point in my life I believed in God without question. It was simple really, he was just there and that was that.

If I could only be regular enough to remember that I have this thing. I have tons of interesting things to say but it seems like a shame to waste them here where no one will read them!