When I was around 8-9 years old. I always used to visit temples in festivals in my town.
There was a Ram Temple in my town, that used to be decorated very beautifully at every Ramnavami.
Every year I used to visit that temple alone on Ramnavami.
At the temple after praying there used to be distributed Prasada by many devotees.
Like all other people I tried to take Prasada after praying and while I was trying to do so, a person from backside hit a stick very hard at my lower back.
Before I could understand anything, he hit me 4-5 stick. Then he shouted
“Bar bar prasad khane aa jata h, Bhikari kahi ka”
(Again and again come to eat Prasada, begger)
I went home, crying very hard. But before reaching home, I somehow tried not to cry because I didn’t want to tell anyone what happened with me.
It was true that there were some kids who try to take Prasada many times. But it was not me.
And I believe even a kid who’s trying to take Prasada more than once doesn’t deserve to be beaten like this.
That incident made a big impression on me.
After that I stopped taking Prasada because it always reminded me that incident.
I’m 25 now but I still follow the same philosophy.