When I was a "good" Catholic young boy I was always ecstatic about the fact that I could commit (pretty much) any sin and go to Holy Confession and have them forgiven by saying a few prayers as an Act of Contrition.
One event that I never confessed to was when I was about 8 or 9 years old and my father was decorating my sister's bedroom. I placed an upturned nail in the doorway and hid. He stood right on the nail, it penetrated his foot, he spent the day in hospital, had to have a tetanus injection in his arse and blamed my sister.
Now it's your turn...confess your sins...but it has to include your own Act of Contrition!
One event that I never confessed to was when I was about 8 or 9 years old and my father was decorating my sister's bedroom. I placed an upturned nail in the doorway and hid. He stood right on the nail, it penetrated his foot, he spent the day in hospital, had to have a tetanus injection in his arse and blamed my sister.
Now it's your turn...confess your sins...but it has to include your own Act of Contrition!

