Posted by:
KungFuNap
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Date: July 07, 2011 01:02PM
I grew up with a lot of member kids in my neighborhood. My best friend was(is) a member, and it wasn't really an issue. At first there were no restrictions with the other kids, but my father was very vocal about being a mormon-hater. It was his calling, so to speak. Eventually he came to an agreement with the neighbors that I (nor my siblings) were to be introduced to anything religious (read Mormon). Although I could go to church, and to church functions once in a while. Once the "hands off" was out I was mostly denied play time at the door. The majority of the kids would meet up in the field and woods and it was a non-issue. I did have to hide on various occassions, so as not to be seen with certain friends. When we would choose teams in school, I was usually roped in with the Mo's because they knew me.
Of course, by the time I was a teenager I was no-longer a hopeful convert, but a bad seed. One of my friends was subjected to drug tests after being caught with me (for months his parents surprised him with random drug tests, and this was before the do it yourself home kits. They had to pay money to have the tests analyzed. New FHE activity, reading Samuel's drug test results). A sure way for the neighborhood girls to find themselves on lockdown house arrest was to have me call. In retrospect, I should have offered up my services. Dirty deeds, I'll call your worst enemy after 8:00 PM, $5.00.
There was only one kid (Tony D.) that really stuck to it. He would ride his bike away from me like I had cooties. If we were playing guns in the field he would come out in all of his army stuff, and as soon as he saw me he would convince whomever he could to form another army to fight another war elsewhere (He would use guilt and manipulation, practice for later in life). He was a deuche about it though. He would invite everyone to his house for something cool, and then tell me I couldn't come. His mom did it to me once too. Super crappy people all around, and it honestly did hurt my feelings as an 8 year old. By 10 I was over it and bent on revenge. He grew into a colossal dweeb. When I saw him in the halls at school I would curse just to watch him squirm. He would tell on me. His older sister, now married and ultra TBM, was known for a certain set of skills (and an eagerness to showcase them) that young men are fond of. I tried to exploit said skills on several occassions to rub it in his face, but to no avail. Everybody but me....
For the most part, I wasn't treated like a leper by most, but I wasn't invited over for dinner either. If I was at a church function, the very same parents who shut me down at their doorsteps would be all smiley and inquisitive as to my well being. If it wasn't for Mormons I would probably be Mormon today........