Bless me father for I have sinned… bless me father for I have sinned… bless me father for I have sinned… bless me father for I have sinned sin… bless me father for I have sinned. What comes next? Oh my God! I don't remember it. It was supposed to come out of me verbally. I had practiced again and again. I dropped my hands slightly from the stiff prayer position, just enough to look down at my feet. Like someone how it was written on the ground and if I looked closely enough it would come to me like magic. The line of children in front of me took one step forward, all in unison, such good children, saints, on their way to a divine paradise, without a doubt. For my part, I held back, reluctant to take this deafening step towards my own inner hell, which at that moment was the Catholic confessional. How close was I? Leaning slightly to the right, I allowed myself to see the dark purple curtain that partially covered a hole in the wall. That's where sinners have gone...to the deep purple realms of hell. And if you correctly confessed all your horrible deeds, the man on the other side of that hole, the great, the wise and the replica of Jesus Christ himself, Father George Bertals, would then forgive you and grant you the supreme permission. to continue your little and pathetic life. Panic washed over me like a deep winter chill as a nudge from behind forced me to take a step forward. I watched as the curtain swung to the side, allowing hell to spew out a young girl. I watched as she walked over to a nearby bench, knelt down obediently, and began to say her penance. Searching his face carefully, I saw no signs of fowl play. However, instead of comforting me, it only added to my anxiety. With...... middle of paper ...... it "Ten Commandments, stupid", I said to myself. One step closer ! Okay, God's name in vain, which means saying, like "Damn." No, I didn't do that. I hallow the Lord's day. Church every Saturday night, sometimes Sunday, but Dad liked to go Saturday night because we could get more work done on Sunday by getting up earlier. No distractions from having to stop and go to church. I haven't killed anyone, although I wouldn't mind if Robbie Perrion up and died. He was Mrs. Perrion's eldest son, already in high school and a big bully who made everyone call us Dog Payer. I wouldn't mind if it got hit by lightning like that cow did a few weeks ago. You will not steal. I didn't steal anything...before I could finish that sentence in my head...stolen water pipes came to mind. God surely won't hold it against me?