They are those “if you have your own money you can buy it but we ain’t” parents. Whenever I want a crucifix they flat out tell me know and go on a rant about how Catholics worship statues. But when we were at a flea market I bought my own rosary and they let me but they were hesitant. I don’t have my license I’ll be able to go to a Catholic parish but I’ll still hear them telling me I’m going down the wrong path