I attended a fundamentalist grammar school. The academics were outstanding. I learned how to be a good student, create an outline, research a paper, and write an original essay. I was also taught that abortions were murder and that God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve. I used to read these novels that had all these “strong ethics.” All I cared about was that they took place in the 1800s. I keep them to remind me of who I used to be. A young child who didn’t know what abortion or being gay meant. A child who was confused by all the aggression in a school that taught Christ’s love was tolerant.