Sunday Memories

When I was little I went to primary Sunday school every week. We would sing, play games, listen to stories from the scriptures, and occasionally have treats. When I was 2 and 3 years-old I went to the nursery where we had treats every week. I must have liked food back then because the nursery leader told me, years later, that he will always remember me as the kid who asked for seconds, every week. Raisins and crackers, YUM!

As part of the primary they assigned a couple of two-minute talks to the kids each week. One day when I was four I was asked if I would like to give one of these talks. I said, "sure."

My mother was surprised and asked if I was really up to it. I said, "oh mom, it's easy. All I have to do is stand there and repeat what you tell me to say." You see, most of the young kids had a parent come in and read their talk with them and they would just parrot it into the mike. Well, my mom explained that that is not really how it works and that I would have to give the talk myself, but she would help me write it. True to her word she helped me write it (I couldn't read so it was a pictogram of sorts) and I spent the whole week memorizing it.

I'm proud to report that the following Sunday I gave my whole two-minute talk all by myself. It was probably one of the best talks I have ever given. I don't remember what it was about I just remember a picture of foot kicking a soccer ball. It must have been good.