This thread stirs so many emotions in me:
as a child who went through it,
as a young pioneer who distinctly remembers a 40-something brother (who had recently divorced, won custody of his 2-year-old daughter, married a (ahem) less than attractive 20-something pioneer (ahem), became an elder, and beat the shit out of his then 3-year-old princess (she was a sweetie) for not sitting still for 2 hours, at the back (not even in the bathroom),
and me, imitating him, 10 years later, in the same hall, to the little girl, who was, and is (at 23), the love of my life.
This cult is so messed up.