The first time my parents took me to Sunday school when I was five, I kicked the Sunday school teacher in the shins and called her a "Liar," starting my parents' voyage through Denver churches resulting from my "outrageous behavior" on Sundays. Outside of attending funeral services for friends, I haven't voluntarily darkened the doorway of a church since leaving home the first day I could.
The first time my parents took me to Sunday school when I was five, I kicked the Sunday school teacher in the shins and called her a "Liar," starting my parents' voyage through Denver churches resulting from my "outrageous behavior" on Sundays. Outside of attending funeral services for friends, I haven't voluntarily darkened the doorway of a church since leaving home the first day I could.
The first time my parents took me to Sunday school when I was five, I kicked the Sunday school teacher in the shins and called her a "Liar," starting my parents' voyage through Denver churches resulting from my "outrageous behavior" on Sundays. Outside of attending funeral services for friends, I haven't voluntarily darkened the doorway of a church since leaving home the first day I could.
So revealing my friend.