So let me dig into my memories...
Many years ago (and please all religious people don't get upset with me.)
I lived in a small town of about 65 people. I used to think it was 75 until my dad corrected me.
Anyway my cousins and some family friends of theirs came to stay with us for a week or so.. And we as kids decided to go out and find some fun.. They being city kids and I the country kid, did not know what to do with them. Being that I believe at the time I was only 10. It was the kind of place where the whole town was your back yard and you only had to worry about strangers during the hunting season, and long weekends.
Anyway we broke into the church that got used once in a blue moon when Father Micheal would come up and decide to give a service. We played the organ, my cousin, her friend and I got locked in the confessional box by the boys who got a good laugh out of it...
When we got home my parents and theirs were all asking us, what were you doing in the church... Of course we all lied and said we were not... then they said you were playing the organ.. Well we could not deny that... We could not figure out how they heard.. Well we lived in a valley and the noise traveled from the bottom of the hill to the top.
I believe we got grounded... |