"Come... pray the Holy Rosary"

As a Child, I grew up in a Western European family, who believed all can be forgiven and fought through prayer. My Nonna(grandmother) looked after me most of my childhood/adolescent life, and so given that I was a child at the time, I would get in trouble here and there. My Nonna, being the old school, literally off the boat from Italy into Canada woman that she was, had very stern beliefs in God and the power of prayer. When my Nonna would find out, through school or from whoever the source was at that time, that I got in trouble, oh she would make me pray the Holy Rosary every night over and over for a week straight, to rid myself of all the negative energy and to pray for forgiveness. And as a child at the time, I believed this theory so thoroughly that I started doing it on my own, when I would do something "bad". And I mean bad as in eating treats before diner, or taking my moms shoes and ruining them. I seriously believed that praying would get me off the hook, sort of speak. The meaning I associated with prayer was unlimited  forgiveness, because thats what I interpreted it as, after all those times I was told to do it when I was bad. Obviously, as I got older I realized that this was not the case, I couldn't do bad, then pray to make it all better. However, I still pray, just in a different context. I use it as a form of relaxation, creating a spiritual cleanse and/or connection that would bring me closer to God, which I found works for me. I guess in a way it's my Placebo take on my Nonna's old method.