Personal Writing: Non-Conformity When I was a little girl, my parents would take me to church every Sunday in my prettiest little lacey dresses. I have been a member of the First United Methodist Church for over sixteen years. My mother has been a member of the same church for over forty years, and my grandmother for even longer. I started to want to go to church and learn about God when I was about twelve years old. I had really grown up around the people of my church and they had become a second family. For many years, I would walk into the same Sunday School classroom and see the bright smiling faces of Jennife