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I ran weeping to my mother asking her what happens to me when I die. She shushed me and soothed me and then dropped the heaven bomb. To me it didn’t make any sense, this place called heaven that rested beyond the clouds was like a fucking dance club that only accepted Christians and once you got into heaven you were given a pair of wings and a fucking harp and then you would proceed to attend an eternity long family fuckin reunion that was full of other dead relatives. The idea of the Christian afterlife to me was beyond boring and was clearly a work of half assed fiction. I was taken aback by this and had the epiphany that even adults were just as scared of death as the children. It was that day I decided to stop participating with my mother’s wishes. I love her don’t get me wrong it’s just that I didn’t respect her spiritual belief that she was pressing on me. The next day I told her that I believed that heaven wasn’t real and Jesus was a stupid idiot. My mother beat my ass and grounded me for a week from hanging out with my “heathen” friends. As I got off the school bus the next day I didn’t go home. Instead I planned to do something with my friends that I was forbidden to do. My friends and I had decided it was time to leave the neighborhood and explore the forest across the busy street in an epic adventure.