When I was 13 I got dragged along to a Good Friday Mass.............3 hours (AS IN 180 MINUTES with the sun clearly shining outside).........THREE HOURS of my life I still begrudge:)
Following year I offered to go on my own. I was later asked, by my Mother, where I was. I said at the back..........Not much of a plan and game up I said OK I went to watch Star Wars. Being the eldest got a bit of a roasting but OH SO WELL WORTH IT:) Good film too.
Loved my Mother dearly, just had differences over what we thought was important that way.......That was fine and in fairness, never did I get asked to go again.
EDIT: Is funny that calendar. Anyone told the chancellor two extra days to pay for:)