How does the mind pick and choose what to remember, and how could a simple prompt take me back to my Primary class at church?
The teacher, Sister I-don't-recall-her-name, stood at the front of the small room, chalk in hand, poised to illustrate a concept. The point she wanted to make was overshadowed by the knee-slapping story she told to apologize for her artistic ability.
Once I very quickly drew a bird, and a boy in the class piped up, "Chickens only have 2 legs!"The class erupted in laughter. In the retelling, it's obvious it was a "you had to be there moment," but even at that, I can't figure out why it has taken up precious space in my memory banks.
Thanks for a happy childhood.