Since we have yet another going nowhere thread by this guy.
As a little kid, talking 5/6 years old my grandparents took me to a tent revival meeting in Farmersville. The pastor was loud and very antimated. He jumped up and down, he ran, he kicked, he beat on things. Then all those in the tent started freaking out, some were screaming, some were on their knees, grandma with big tears rolling down..."praise the Lord, thank you Jesus" while grandpa reached for the heavens, his head back looking like a crazy man. I just stood there wondering what is going on as a guy right behind me falls on the ground and while falling kicks me in the back. He's crawling around like a dog.
Yep, pendecostals.
That made a lasting impression on me. I knew right then that would never happen to me.