Narrative Essay On Navy Brats

Some kids are army brats, some kids are marine brats, some are navy brats… I, on the other hand, am a garage brat. My parents opened their own automotive repair business upon learning that my mother was pregnant. This business would expand into a towing company. Not surprisingly, my first memory is being in a truck. I was just two years old, and I was seated between my parents. This was before my parents abandoned their favorite hobby, drag racing, in order to be dedicated entrepreneurs. We had just finished a day at the track and were at a hotel for some reason. I don’t remember if Dad won, but I do remember the fireworks being shot off at the track. The hotel was so close to the drag strip that I could see the fireworks when I turned …show more content…
I didn’t go to church regularly as I had been uninvited by my grandparents when I was three. To make up for that, I attended Vacation Bible School every summer, I prayed every night, and I read my children’s Bible often. It was at this phase that I listened to my dad for spiritual advice because I was concerned about my lack of church attendance. My father, a non-practicing Catholic with a disdain for Catholic tradition, told me that if I followed God’s word and did the best I could to be a good person, then there was no need for me to worry about church. That was all it took to ease my …show more content…
This viewpoint had never been mentioned to me before. I never knew that not believing in a higher power was an option before. Asking questions about religion was not really tolerated in my experience, so I never considered not believing. After my initial shock, I read the arguments for atheism. I spent a lot of time thinking about religion and science and what is “real”. I was also introduced to two of my biggest heroes at this time, Nikki Sixx and Corey Taylor. Both of whom happen to be atheist. It was as though a veil had been lifted. I saw the world more clearly. The people around me claiming to be devoted followers of God tended to be the most hateful and toxic people that I knew. Nikki Sixx and Corey Taylor showed me that one did not have to be religious to be a good person, and hypocritical Christians were everywhere. I began to see how faulty religious claims could be. The world, to me, made more sense without a God than it ever did when I believed. To be clear, this was a very difficult period in my life. This was when I first started high school, which is as close as I’ll get to hell in a mortal life. This is not the perspective of an angst ridden teenaged. There was at least one suicide per year among the student population at the time I was attending. Clearly, I was not the only miserable