Waving a cardboard sign in the air, I was surrounded
At just eight years old, the crowds towered above me, blocking the sky with their homemade signs.
Beside me, my mum Karin, 63, and my dad Dave, 63, waved their placards, too.
Pro-choice is evil, one read.
We need Christian leaders, read another.
‘We’re saving babies’ lives,’ our pastor had said, before we all headed out to a local abortion clinic.
Being so young, I didn’t truly know what an abortion was, or why we needed to protest.
And being raised a strict Christian Fundamentalist, I knew no better.
Spending every Sunday at our local church in Washington D.C., I learned everything I knew there.
At five years old,learning about salvation in a church classroom.
