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That was it, I never went back. Every morning me and my brother who was four years younger, left for bible school walking, but we never made it. Instead we went over to the town's public beach over by Pickerel Point and played in the sand all morning. God it was boring. Beautiful summer mornings, windless and placid calm lake, and we did that for two weeks. Think it was on the final Friday the last day of school that my grandfather found out, as grandparents were there for the summer. Think we got a lecture and some perplexity but not much more.
The next summer it was Bible School again, although this time I got converted to Christianity, probably the single worst thing that ever happened to me in my life. It was a deal with God. My problem was my deserted father, and I tried all kinds of superstitions to remedy the problem, but nothing worked. So they said forever, that if you prayed to God he would answer all your prayers. So I thought I would give it a try. Never did work of course and I suppose I did learn how these people thought, so that I didn't have to render myself stupid in later life. As an aside before my conversion, one day I broke mirrors as a taunt to the superstition of seven years bad luck. Seven years later the Christianity passing away, I thought indeed it was seven years bad luck.
The church pastor left - transferring to another church that took Pat and Roger with him, in that first year I was in Song Lake.
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