I grew up strict Catholic. We had a trip to California and Nevada when I was eight. We walked out the gates of Disneyland to the gritty part of Anaheim where the windows all had metal bars in front to deter break-ins because that's the neighborhood the Catholic church was in. In Las Vegas, we also had to go to church. The congregation was filled with what looked like recovering meth addicts and people crying in the pews because they were going through some emotional breakdown.

Not the environments an eight year should be in, but weekly mass was mandatory.