I was raised in the Norman Rockwell style of childhood. Although some would not think that this style could be possible in a place like Reno, Nevada. But I assure you that it was as I am living proof. Unfortunately nothing lasts forever, especially the good things. At about 17 I joined a cult and spent the next fifteen years or so devoting my life to God, or at least I thought that I was. In the end despite the perverted trappings, lies, mind control and various abuses if one could stay away from the nucleus of the organization one could in fact devote their li more...
