When I was around eight years old, I really, really wanted to be a nun. For some reason, the prospect of eventually marrying and having children terrified and preoccupied me from a young age, and joining a convent seemed like the perfect escape. I was also very religious at this time. Not in a strict Catholic way, but in a spiritual way, where I would recite silent prayers in my head sporadically throughout the day. Prayers for my classmates – every morning, we would recite the Our Father after each student was allowed to put forward an “intention.” “Intentions” were prayers directed towards certain people – often people, anyway – kids would pray for their sick dog, or a friend they knew was suffering, or the more general victims of disease, war, famine, etc. Sometimes they would pray for a sick relative, or a friends’ sick relative. When I found out about these people, I would pray for them sporadically throughout the day. Not out of selflessness, but out of fear –
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