When I was a young girl, I went to the Kingdom Hall every week with my family, sometimes 3 times a week. I didn’t listen much, but they were always saying how other religions were demonic and satanic, and we were to never go into another church building. One summer, my parents sent me to stay with my aunt. My aunt was not a Jehovah’s Witness. She was different, and her household didn’t seem as dysfunctional as ours. While I was there, she took me to their church, and I went to Sunday school with my cousin. This was the first time I ever felt God’s presence. In all the meetings, and bible studies and prayers around the dining room table, I never once felt God’s love. Jehovah’s Witnesses don’t have Sunday school for kids; they make them sit and listen to speakers telling them about the end of the world. After church that morning, I heard my aunt arguing with my dad about me going to a different church. I am so glad she went out on a limb for me. This one experience allowed a little glimmer of light into my life, an opportunity that many Jehovah’s Witness kids never get. Kids growing up in this cult are not allowed to go into other churches, go out for sports, get involved in extra curricular activities, have close friends outside the church, or go to college. Many of them drop out of high school, because they are told the end of the world is coming. (The JWs have proved to be false prophets numerous times.) One of the reasons I call the Jehovah’s Witnesses a cult, is because hundreds of thousands of people are under the complete control of just a few men.