My Second Blasphemy

Right before going into the 5th grade, my family moved to Pennsylvania, so I was in Pennsylvania for middle school. At the time, there was only one Baptist church in the area, and we only went to church on Easter and Christmas. Of all of my classmates, there was only one that I knew who attended the same church.

In middle school, dances started. If you happen to know some Baptists, you'll know that dancing is generally (though not always, I have found) frowned on. I did not actually know this, until my friends dad told me. He was one of the chaperones at my first dance, and did not agree that there was anything wrong with it.

So I went to the dance, and most of the dances that were held at my middle school. I did not think much of the rule against dances that the church had. The dances were fun. Thanks to my friends father, I learned that I did not have to agree with the church to still be a good person.