Sunday School and Churches

I got kicked out of Sunday school twice, once before I was six, and once again when I was about eight: both times for asking too many questions. I never went back. On the other hand, I loved going to church, especially Catholic high mass—I liked the idea of it, what it represented in its purest form. I went with my father and his wife to Europe when I was sixteen—and I annoyed the hell out of them because I always wanted to spend all my time in the cathedrals: Notre Dame in Paris, Westminster in England, Marienkirche in Munich. Which I now find strange, since I have next to no interest in ceremony or ritual. I guess it was just what I had to work with at the time.