Growing up, I hated being a preacher’s kid. I felt as though I was forced to do many things. My siblings and I had to sing on the choir, be apart of dance team, or usher. Being the eldest and a female, I had to do all three and That was not all either.  We had to do whatever any adult told us to do. They called it obedience. We actually started despising church, because we noticed people started taking advantage of the fact that they were adults, and we had to do what they said. I consider myself to have a spirit of servitude, but I found myself starting to rebel, get smart out of the mouth or whatever else you want to call it. Then, the people figured out a way to get me into major trouble, and that was by telling my father. Let me just say to this day I stay on my father’s good side.  I remember those spankings and I do not want that ever again even though I am 18 years old. Bill Maxwell states in a blog http://www.sptimes.com/News/051301/Columns/A_Preacher_s_Kid_is_e.shtml  PKs were a special breed. We walked a straight line, at least in public. Unlike most other children during those years, PKs cultivated the fine art of staying off the radar screens of adults. We knew that to get away with real mischief, you had to put up a good front whenever an adult was nearby. That way, you built up trust and a reputation for being the "nice Preacher's Kid," one who could be trusted.  After you developed such trust, you could get away with murder right under adults' noses. This was how I felt at times. I consider myself a good girl. I have never had sex, drank liquor, smoked cigarettes, or any of those other things we Christians call sins. I have definitely earned the trust of my mother and father.