I've lived in Los Angeles for awhile now, so long, that you might mistake me for a native. But up to my sophomore year in college,(the first sophomore year, not the second one), I lived in Ohio for the majority of my life.
My parents met in Bible college, in one of the Dakotas, (I can never remember which, but does it really matter), in the years after the sexual revolution. Worried for their mortal perverted souls, they became Born Again Christians and studied to be a pastor and missionary. But soon after they met, they dropped out of college, and moved back to my Dad's home town of Cleveland, Ohio to get married and have a bunch of babies.
Even though they abondoned school, they did not abandon their beliefs. Well, not for many years anyway, but I'll save that story for another day. In short, if you have ever seen the documentary, Jesus Camp, that explains a little about my childhood. I lived it, not just a few weeks in the summer, but every GD day. It wasn't the kinda church where they drink poison and snakes bite you and stuff, but there was lots of speaking in tounges, unsupervised children, bigotry and trying to convert me.
My sisters and I attended the Christian elementary school that was in connection with the church. A few years ago I found this booklet of artwork I did when I was in 1st grade.
I couldn't decide which one I wanted to do.