Aw, shucks, I abused the Latin Mass, too.
I was an altar server before my time, that is, before I really could pronounce all the words. I said something, but I wasn’t saying things correctly.
The pastor made me recite, and gave me a humiliating lesson.
We were taught the responses by reading the Latin, not by studying a phonetic chart. I think that’s where I got lost, in an early forgetting of the pronunciation.
I think another contributing factor even when I learned it, was the speed. The priests were always ‘clipping’ us, by starting their next sentence before we finished ours.
Some of the altar servers got creative with the hand bells. Instead of a firm jingle, they’d wag the bells slowly which notoriously distracted from the liturgical action.
We loved the wooden clappers, by the way. Those substituted for the bells after Holy Thursday, until the Mass of the Resurrection. Those weren’t quiet, to begin with. But, we really hammered away every chance we had, at least I did.
I don’t think I suffered from genetic misbehavior. I think I really had ADD and so I was making up my own script as I went along.
It didn’t help that there was rampant misbehavior with all those boys. What was worse when they were intentionally misbehaving, but trying to cover it up at the same time. It was so funny and hard to keep from laughing.
I was so afraid of the old pastor to begin with. Riding to the cemetery for funeral services was a riot. He used to ask us to look out for traffic coming, any time he went into an intersection. I had that twilight zone experience, what am I doing in this car with that man?
Those were also the days of the really tall candles that had to be lit before Mass. That was a scary experience, just for the vertigo of looking up so high. You could also antogonize the nuns by feigning difficulty to light the candles. The average problem was the occasional flaming wax dripping on the expensive altar linens. The thing is, they never told us about all that when they trained us. And, there was absolutely no training related to fire control, if things had gotten out of hand.