Why I Want To Be Catholic?

I remember how much I hated being Catholic when I was younger. My mother wanted my siblings and me to understand the importance of going to church, the same way she was raised to be. I learned to understand that people stayed and left the Catholic church for their own reasons .
When I was younger, I wanted to be part of a different religion. Sunday school required children and parents to be at the church an hour and a half before mass started. My brother and I dreaded going to Sunday school so much that we would wake up late to see if my mother would let us miss class. That never happened. It did not matter what time we woke up because my mother would still take us, even if we were late. My Sunday school teachers were not understanding people
This meant I was assigned to the wrong class. The person who arranged people into classes refused to put me in the English classes since I was Hispanic. She told my mother that I did not belong in the English class, even though she knew I did not speak Spanish well when I was younger. All my Sunday school teachers had the same problem with me. I could not read or write in Spanish. Needless to say, I fail every quiz we took. I could not read the bible because the one they had were in Spanish. They ridiculed me by saying “You’re Mexican and can’t read Spanish”.
My Sunday schools was strict. This made my experience of Sunday school dreadful. During mass, if anyone had to go to the bathroom they had to wait till mass ended and for their parents to come for them. If you fell asleep during mass you had to stand at the aile for part of the service. You could not cross your arms, your legs, or stick your feet out. My Sunday school teachers would almost always assign us homework. In addition, we had to memorize all the prayers to pass the class or start all over
This was around the time our priest Constantine was transferred to another church and we had a new priest. I never got use to the new priest and neither did my mother. I did not like the things he would say during church service. There were based on what was wrong and right. While our old priest made it a point to understand that people have different values. This meant our right and wrongs could be different. Though, that never meant we would always think the same way our entire life.
When I was in middle school, my family went through a period where we did not know if we would stay Catholic. We went to a couple of their church services, but my mother did not like them so we stopped going to them. Either way, I found all of them to be equally boring and unsatisfying spiritually. I was unable to tell the difference between their religion and my own. I did not understand why they would want to convert. I did not understand till I was