I grew up in an inactive family. We attended church when my parents were trying to ‘get their lives together.’ When I turned 12, I was called in for my birthday interview with a Bishop I didn’t know. He asked me the standard questions followed by, “Are you morally clean?”. I had no idea what this meant. I was a very naive little girl. When I replied, no, the Bishop started explaining. He discussed putting my hands down boys’ pants and touching them, and them touching me–going up my shirt and down my pants. I was completely horrified, i’m sure my face expressed my angst. The Bishop chuckled at my expression, and asked again, “Are you morally clean?” Of course, I emphatically answered yes. He ended the interview and concluded with the question, “Would you like a hug?”. I had no idea what to do. I remember standing there, arms by my side, as my Bishop walked over and hugged me before opening the door where my parents were waiting.