My main memory from my parents' active church-going days (FCC, the Disciples of Christ if you wanna know the sect) in my childhood was stamping checks (my mom kept track of the donations) and going to the donut shop every Sunday morning for the Best Donuts In The World (at least in my little world they were, and I still haven't found a substitute). I usually tried to find an excuse to get out of going to service because it was so boring and I couldn't do anything without it being too noisy, but damn I loved those donuts. (Seriously, the last time I ate donuts was like two years ago when I went back to my hometown to visit. I am willing to wait years between donut-eating sessions for those donuts.)
Then we moved and I really refused to go to church because the one we found next was full of old people who always asked me about school and there were no donuts to entice me. >:( People in the place we moved to think Krispe Kreme is the best. I guess when your only choices are that or Dunkin' Donuts...
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Date: 2010-10-05 09:59 pm (UTC)Then we moved and I really refused to go to church because the one we found next was full of old people who always asked me about school and there were no donuts to entice me. >:( People in the place we moved to think Krispe Kreme is the best. I guess when your only choices are that or Dunkin' Donuts...