I was 8 years old at a Christian camp (indoctrinated early by grandma
, but never really cared or thought about it... parents never really enforced me either way to let me decide.
), so we did little random things, and at night we went into a little place where some guy preached like he was batshit crazy. I was only 8, so I never really heard too many swear words, and Hell wasn't one I heard to much. This guy was yelling Hell, you're going to Hell, blah blah blah Hell Damn it! And that scared me.
Then he goes off saying how we have to pretty much be Jesus to get into Heaven saying things like "Being a preacher doesn't get you to Heaven, if I could kick a hole in the ground into Hell and spit in it, I'd probably hit a damned preacher."
Sounds stupid, but at 8, I was terrified. I ended up walking out of there before he was done in tears, and some counselor person came and was saying, "Hey, don't let that scare you, you just need to give your life to Jesus."
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