Very few people are privy to the fact that until age 12, I grew up in a cult. Both of my parents were members when they met in the mid-70s. I'm not going to mention their name, simply because I don't want anyone to ever come across this, be curious, and get sucked in.
My parents and I were forever going off to do 'activities,' as they were termed. My father was a 'leader,' so between his job in the medical field and his duties as a leader, he was scarcely around. Therefore, it became obvious to my mother that she would basically be raising me alone.
As I'm sure you can imagine, it wasn't the best environment for children who didn't hold hard and fast to the rule, "Don't speak until spoken to." I was much too gregarious and loquacious for a female child and I received many a talking to for not behaving in ladylike fashion. For the most part, I didn't like most of the adults because they weren't usually very friendly. There were exceptions, and I am thankful for that.