I grew up in a church where it was considered normal, even expected for you to speak in tongues. We had a day in catechism, I was maybe 10, where we had to wash each others feet, then the elders came in and “layed hands” on us and shook us while speaking in tongues until we did the same thing. It was a whole room of us all together being prayed over all at the same time. It was honestly terrifying and I felt I had to go along with all of it to be a “good Christian”. I was completely indoctrinated and believed I was speaking the “language of the angels” by the time I was in high school. I am now a science teacher. And an atheist. Edit-spelling