12/08/2009 | Share this article:by Scarlet
I come to this fantastic community today to share, not my own story, but my older sister Cara's.
Cara and I were born, two years apart, to a devout Protestant family. I clearly remember waking early each and every Sunday morning so that our mother could curl our hair and choose frilly outfits for us to wear to church. Our malleable young heads were drilled with images of Dante's version of Hell and a horrific, horned Satan with red skin and a trident.
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