I was talking to Debbi last week and some how the conversation turned to my childhood and I related a story from when I was little. She thought it was pretty funny and made the suggestion that I write some of those experiences down, I said I would, someday. Then a couple of days ago I was doing my visit teaching and one of the sisters that I visit told me that she had started a blog so she could write down stories from her childhood. She said she writes about once a week, I do not know that I am that ambitious. But I thought that was a great idea. Maybe I will add to my blog more often.
Anyway... This is the story I told Debbi. When I was young my family was not active in the church. Mom would take us and drop us off or I would go with my cousin and when I was older I would walk. One week I was asked to give a talk the following week I told them that I would. It must have been at a time I was going with my cousin because I actually went the following week. I think I must have been about 6 or 7 years old. I was asked the next week if my mom had helped me get a talk ready and I said no but that I knew something that I could say. When my turn came I got up and recited a poem I knew about a whooping crane whooping so hard he whooped his head and his tail right off. The last line of the verse was "same song, second verse a little bit louder and a little bit worse". I then repeated the whole thing again only louder. After two or three times they stopped me. I told them I could keep going and they told me no that was good. Debbi asked if everybody was laughing at me. I do recall several adults covering their mouths and my aunt was not very happy, I don't think she took me to church with her again. But I was pretty proud of myself.