GOING TO CHURCH

MY PARENTS WENT TO CHURCH..THEREFORE, I DID TOO.  WHEN I WAS A YOUNG TEEN, I REALLY LIKED SUNDAY SCHOOL.  WE HAD A GENERAL MEETING IN A BIG ROOM WHERE WE SANG SONGS.  SO MANY CUTE GIRLS...I PROMISE, THAT IS NOT WHY I LIKED SUNDAY SCHOOL !   WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I HATED GOING TO CHURCH BECAUSE MY WOOL SUIT ITCHED...I WORE MY PAJAMAS UNDER MY SUIT TO STOP THAT.  THERE IS NOTHING WORSE THAN GETTING THE GIGGLES WHEN IN CHURCH.  ONE NIGHT, SOME JUNE BUGS WERE FLYING AIMLESSLY AROUND AS THE PASTOR WAS PREACHING,  THEY WOULD FLY RIGHT INTO A WALL AND FALL TO THE GROUND..THAT LOOKED SO FUNNY TO ME.  LATER WHEN WE MOVED TO CALIFORNIA, JUNE BUGS NOT THERE, BUT YOUNG BOYS WERE, AND THE PEWS WERE LONG WOODEN BENCHES.  ONCE IN A WHILE, SOME KID WOULD PASS GAS AND THE BENCH ACTED AS A SOUNDING BOARD....IT JUST ECHOED ALL OVER THE AUDITORIUM.  ALL OF THE KIDS HID THEIR HEADS IN THEIR HANDS AND JUST SHOOK WITH LAUGHTER.  IT DID NOT HELP THAT THE PASTOR HAD JUST A READ A VERSE IN THE BIBLE..."THERE CAME A GREAT AND MIGHTY WIND."  I LOVED MISS HENRY, MY SUNDAY SCHOOL TEACHER. SHE WAS AN OLD OLD MAID SCHOOL TEACHER AND HOMELY AS A MUD PUDDLE, BUT SHE WAS SO VERY SWEET.  ONE LITTLE BOY CAME HOME FROM CHURCH AND HAD ALLOT OF CHANGE IN HIS POCKET.  HIS MOM WANTED TO KNOW WHERE HE GOT IT AND HE TOLD HER AT CHURCH.."THEY HAD BOWLS OF IT"  HE SAID...