When I was a young kid, probably 6 or 7 years old, my parents (and thus my sisters & I) started attending an Assemblies of God church. Coming from a large extended family that was predominantly Baptist, the services in the church were starkly different from what I had ever known before. They had loud, upbeat music. The people in attendance played tambourines & clapped along, smiling & singing loudly. Some would dance & run in the aisles. People shouted & waved their arms in the air. They cried & laid hands on each other in prayer. It was a world away from the hushed services I was used to. Not even ‘Have a Little Talk with Jesus’ could compete with the new church’s praise & worship songs. They even had a drummer. I loved it.
Hi y’all, my name is Cootie. I like to paint plaster skulls. I also make jewelry & sew. I’m really crafty in general.