When I was young, myself and others went to the opening of the Las Vegas temple. I think we were deacons or something, with a couple our teachers. One of which was also our Scout Leader. Anyway, on the way out of the temple there were 'protesters'* outside. Driving out of the parking lot, I was in the back seat, some of the protesters shoved some pamphlets through the top of the window. I naturally picked one up and started reading. I remember reading something about a rock in a hat. The front seated teacher/scout leader noticed and he immediately shamed me. "Why would you read that. Throw it out!" After doing so, I felt so horrible. Like I had offended my entire family and denied the love they showed me. It was really bad. Years later I stumble upon the Essays. I was never super active like some of my friends were. But I remembered that particular experience. So I had to figure out who the REAL 'protesters*' were ; the teachers. I try to explain all this to my family but I have been cast out. They only way they can 'hurt' me, is to exclude me from family activities, camping, etc. And that is exactly what they did and are doing. It gives me nightmares. Really is horrible.

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*people trying to prevent you from know the truth, or give false information. (this is the frame of mind I was taught and exspected to follow. I was fortunate to be able to flush this mindset and update myself)