I was brought up in a Buddhist family that practice ancestors worship, prayed in temples and set up altars during Chinese New Year to pray to the Kitchen God or Moon cake festival to pray to the Moon.
Neil Armstrong landed on the moon on July 20, 1969. I was seven years old and as far as I remembered, we continued to ‘worshipped’ the moon till I was in my early teens.
I studied in a mission school and became a Christian (Anglican) against my family’s wishes. I was devoted then, memorized many verses in the bible. Growing up, life was good. As a teenager, I cried to my God and shared with Him my puppy loves. Nothing major happened. My grandmother and then my uncle died. I was sad but I just accepted that old people die and that was what the song said
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