My Insta Life Part 7 (Trigger)

The truth came out that on the night the attempted rape occurred, I had been drinking at a local hotel. I was charged with underage drinking. I was hauled into the local Police Station where they gave me a stern talking to and I was put on 3 months of probation.

Part of the conditions of my probation were that I was not allowed to go out unless it was to a church or a church related activity. Yep – that is what they used to do back in those days.

I was of course grounded by my grandparents and so for the next month I just sat at home and played cards with my grandma, grandad and my Aunty. They loved it and I loved it. I loved my grandmother she told me every single night that she loved me just before she went to bed, and that was such an amazing feeling. I never once told her a lie. I didn’t ever feel the need because she loved me just the way I was.

Although I loved spending time with my grandparents but it wasn’t long before I needed to get out. I cannot tell you how I heard about this place, but I went into town and went to a Christian Coffee House. I told my grandparents that is where I was going and I went for a bit, but there was no-one there and it was so boring. I picked up a couple of flyer things they had laying on tables to prove I had been there and then off I headed to the pub.
When I got home – I decided to read the brochures. One of them was about a Christian Music Festival at a place called Vision Valley. A weekend away that sounded positively awesome. I mean a Festival right? AND it was Christian, so I was sure to be allowed to go. I asked if I could go and was told that a further part of my probation was if I wanted to go away anywhere for a weekend it had to be approved by the Police and they had to find me a Pastor to go with me or appoint someone from the church to go with me. This was not something I had to think hard about, I just wanted to go so I figured I could lose that person at a Festival.

A local pastor picked me up and off we went. Once there he told me I could do whatever I wanted and where I could find him if I needed him. What music to my ears. We were just staying in tents. It was great – pick a tent and bunk down. I got to know the girls in my tent and hung out with them. It was fun for a while but then they wanted to know how I “knew Jesus”. What???? So here we go – I began lying to cover up.

Here is the funny end to this part of the story. I led 3 people to Jesus that weekend – all I knew was what I had heard at Sunday School.
Oh AND, I met a boy…….