...I was brought up catholic and can remember having to go to confession at junior school during lunch break. I had to go along to a classroom where there was just the priest there waiting to hear my sins. He would be sat on a chair with legs open and I had to kneel in between his legs with my head bowed and confess my naughty deeds. Looking back on it now I realise how dodgy that actually seemed but as a child you don't think of these things.