I vaguely remeber my communion. First we had to go to confession and even at my tender age of 9, I couldn't understand WHY I needed to talk to the priest about my "sins" If this god is all-knowing, the visit with the priest was so unnecessary. Plus, I decided that it was none of the priest's business what I had done. So as a result, I invented a bunch of bad things I supposedly did. Ah yes, my downward spiral started early - lol.