When we were young there was no television/radio etc and we could not afford the papers. We heard no encyclicals, no daily bulletins of piety - just a few prayers and stories and a sense of God being everywhere we were - and love.  I lay between the potato rows and watched the sky and clouds and birds and sheets billowing on the washing lines.  Thank God you don't have to be a theologian or journalist to be a child with loving parents.