I remember one time when I was probably about 8. My dad and I were out in the backyard of the house with the mound in the front yard and the pool in the back. I think we lived across the street from someone named Carla. Anyway, it was Sunday, I was swinging on the swing set and I asked my dad if we could stay home from church. Keep in mind I had asked this question before and the answer was always no. To my surprise this time he said YES! I was so excited and we actually did stay home from church.
Later I realized that it was conference weekend and there was no church. I'm still glad we stayed home.
That reminds me also of when we used to go to Los Betos, a Mexican restaurant on Sundays after church. Now I see the folly of that but back then we loved it, they had the best Sopapillas (errr...spelling)!
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