Hey Antigen:
Yea, that was the building I was in. I can still remember Art Barker walking to the front of the group like Moses himself coming down from the mountain wearing those ridiculous windbreakers. I can remember thinking "Is he going sailing after he leaves here?" Slowly, now that I am writing a journal, I remember things about the place which I know will help the healing. Now that I have decided to face the past I realize that the seed was the first step in really making me a non functioning teen/young adult and the church took over where they left off. No offense to anyone, my mother-in-law is a devoted Catholic and one of the most incredible people I know. But the born again crap really messed me up also, just another form of mind control. Thank God for therapy. As far as Florida goes my last time there was when my mother died. I have nothing but bad memories of that state. Congratulations on your escape. I wouldn't remember any of your family, I was too freaked out to remember any of the other victims. Hopefully the place did close down. I am sickened by these people that create and support these places. My revenge fantasy is to tie them all up in the front row of an Eminem concert. :smile: Peace out.