I was also made to go to church, but never engaged in the message being delivered. As a child I would have to go with my grandmothers when they would visit, both Southern Baptists. The older women would be wearing fox stoles; seventy-something degrees out and they would have on a fox stole with the head still on it. The eyes were made out of glass balls and sitting in church next to my grandmothers, I couldn’t help staring at those fox heads. They looked alive and seemingly staring back at me. My mind would tell me they were gonna jump off the old lady’s shoulder any minute and grab me by the neck. That was my mindset during the longest hour of my week, church.
School and Church wasn’t for me, I didn’t know a lot but I knew this.