It was all about appearances. She probably didn't really care if I drew during church, but she did care about what people might say about her parenting. :p

I used to look at the bible illustrations, too. That was acceptable, because it looked like reading scripture. Or I'd read the creepy stories in the Old Testament, the ones where God sends the Israelites to slaughter other tribes. I used to try to find the worst stuff. And I was always fighting a headache and nausea from all the perfume and hairspray. I hated going to church, but we went twice on Sunday and on Wednesday nights, too.