I was born in 1946, my family was Catholic and I at the age of 7 became an alter boy, I was one till I was 23, I could at that time recite Latin phrases in reply to the priest, took some learning though, the teacher would stand in front of us with a very long stick, if you got it right it was OK if wrong you got a bang on the head, you learn very quickly, I had to serve on the alter on many occasions during the week this was for funerals, what a sad time for a young boy, to watch all these elderly people crying at their loss, I was usually OK as I had escaped school for the morning or afternoon, trips in some very smart motors and some times a half crown, so on the way back to school 20 number 10 fags and a box of matches. all fun and games, all through this never once was I promoted to be a suicide bomber, what is a matter with today's youth???.
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