This photo shows both of my sisters and me. *******************************************************************************************
Added on July 18:
My parents never wanted to have a television in our home when us kids were growing up. At our first house, above, we had a 10-volume set of Bible story books with lots of colour pictures for children. Our parents told us the stories and they were interesting. We also had a set of Christian bedtime story books, which were modern stories about real life; and they were also interesting. Our dad also played the piano and our mom sang us Christian children's songs with finger actions. Some songs were adapted from English to our parents' language and we enjoyed them.
From the above stories and music, I believed in God--that He existed--and that it was worthwhile to follow Him. Our parents also took our family to church every week; and I learned about the "Judgment Day"--and heaven and hell. I didn't always understand or get the right answers about how things were supposed to work but I took the matter seriously! [Later in my life, I got better answers.]
One of the neighbour families had a little girl my age. She became my best friend, at the time, and she went to a Catholic school. We had lots of fun and we played with other children in the neighbourhood also.
My family wasn't perfect and both of our parents were usually working. My mother went to school first; and then she had various jobs over time. She used to spend time with me sometimes, and my dad also. [This was during the day, I mean.]
The way that I was born and raised during my early childhood was from a religious Christian view. I didn't know anything else. For Kindergarten and the first grade, I attended public school. It seemed to be a good school and there were no problems to speak of, that I recall.
[At home, some "sibling rivalry" began after I attended school. My next sister told me later that she missed me when I was away from home--I wasn't able to play with her as much. Have read that the way siblings get along is an indication of how well the parents get along with each other; and divorce usually sneaks up over a number of years--marriages break down gradually. I believe communication was a problem in our home.--My parents didn't communicate well enough with each other or with the children. There was also an age difference, where my mom was a little older than my dad. My parents did the best they knew how, as people do. And it's fine to be religious but daily life can sometimes be more complicated! (It's not that I mean to knock religion.)]
