I have fond memories when I was a child maybe around 10 year old , going to Church by myself, I was dropped off ,I wore my new green wooly hat with bobbles on, I loved the stories of the baby being born and avidly read everythjing I could about the baby jesus ...I also went alone every Sunday maybe 2 times on that day, my mom was protecting me, Christmas day and Sundays were the days my dad got the most drunk, he never abused me, he did her, and the yelling he did at my Mom haunts me ,her way of getting me away from it till he fell asleep was to send me to Church , I stood in the pews regularly with the grown ups , I have never forgotten it, I loved the stories they told from the bible ..and my green bobbly hat ...