Anyways I was raised catholic by my mother. My mom once we got older, would let my brother and I go to church ourselves. She would even give us the money for the church, already ready to go in the little donation envelopes. To ensure we were both attending she would make us pick up the church bulletin and bring it home. Nonetheless, every Sunday on routine my brother and I would go to church for 11:00am mass. Or at least my mom thought we did. We would walk down alleyway to St.Ann's church and take the money out of the donation slips; walk into the side chapel of the church, collect the weekly bulletin and be on our merry way. The money often was $5 bucks or a bunch of change. We would take the offering to this Mom and Pop movie rental store called Take5 and cash out on candy, soda, and sometimes if they had it in stock this (probably expired) refrigerated tomato pie pizza. Often exploring our hometown and waiting an hour to head back home.