...but then, I was a perfect youth. I spent my youth in prayer, kneeling in church; in good works, taking baskets and a cheerful smile to shut-ins; in opposing Demon Rum, and in hymn-singing. My clothes were always neat and clean (albeit nicely patched) and my room, spartan and spare though it was, was always tidy and in good order. I would help with the dishes every meal, and my homework was always completed by 8 p.m. and I was asleep by 8:30 p.m. after having read a few pages of an uplifting and moral novel.