If you had to become a monk or nun, what religion would you choos

I remember being about 10 years old fishing early on Sunday morning.  I fished along the shore of the Loxahatchee River in Florida.  I'd would walk down to the dock with a fishing pole in one hand and a cast net and bucket in the other.  The sun would be just peaking over the trees and houses to the east and the brackish water looked like a sheet of glass, sun and mist mixing and lifting from like incense.  Its not a particular Sunday I remember, rather 100 Sundays.  The mullets' tails would slap the water here and there.   Snook, Jacks, and Tarpon would cruise, their wakes announcing their presence.  Sometimes they'd drop down deep in the water and cause the mullet to shower in all directions in a momentary burst of violence.  I'd wade waist deep around mangroves and sneak along the seawalls and docks, hoping to cast my net over an inattentive mullet or two to use for bait for the bigger fish.   My sunrise service.   I remember arguing with my mother that I didn't want to go to church one particular Sunday morning.  My t-shirt and shorts soaked, fish scales scattered randomly about me, and my whole self smelling of the river.  "I want to worship... the water gods" I proposed, not having adequete time to truly consider a suitable argument.  I was late.  I was in trouble.   I was 10 years standing, sitting, kneeling in an uncomfortable pew as a priest rambled on and  Let There Be Peace played out.  The people in front of us turned with a snickering glare.  An unbeliever among us,  they could smell the boy in the next row.   If I had to become a monk, I'd choose to worship the water gods.