First Memory of Church
At the ripe age of five years old I briefly lived with my Grandma Beverly, during this time I was expected to go to church with her. I had never gone to church before, I recall dreading having to go. It took so much effort to get ready early in the morning, followed by sunday school, and a long, drawn out, monotone sermon. My Grandma Beverly is mormon, therefor I went to a mormon church. Although I am now nondenominational, going to church with my grandma helped spark my interest in religion and my curiosity about God. The day started with me being prodded at and pampered, I had to force myself into nylons and a sunday appropriate dress, then had to curl my bangs in and stuff my feet into little high heels. After the
At the ripe age of five years old I briefly lived with my Grandma Beverly, during this time I was expected to go to church with her. I had never gone to church before, I recall dreading having to go. It took so much effort to get ready early in the morning, followed by sunday school, and a long, drawn out, monotone sermon. My Grandma Beverly is mormon, therefor I went to a mormon church. Although I am now nondenominational, going to church with my grandma helped spark my interest in religion and my curiosity about God. The day started with me being prodded at and pampered, I had to force myself into nylons and a sunday appropriate dress, then had to curl my bangs in and stuff my feet into little high heels. After the