Many of us were once Christian. I was just lying in bed last night and recalling some of my religious upbringing. Doing things and thinking about things the way I once did.
I recall being told to say my prayers when I was 4 or 5 years old. I would kneel by the bed and do the whole "Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake. I pray the lord my soul to take."
Horrible thing to tell a kid. So I recall doing this. Now in the transition area between the living room and the kitchen there was a tall heating unit or air conditioner. It would make a low humming sound. At night, when I walked by it, I always thought of God and a soul. I don't know why? The heating unit was scary. I thought it might take my soul.
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