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As children we went to church proud of ourselves. With a smile on my and my sister's face. Mom sewed our dresses of blue. We had white Easter bonnets snd black patten shoes. We sung on stage as the Pastor played, his black and white, Accordion. We learned about Jesus. The old wooden white, windows were raised to the thop. Heat filled the room, as fans were used with a flick of the wrist. My black patten shoes made a loud noise on the back of the pew, as the pastor prayed. One day as I was praying, as a child, it seemed so real. I knew Jesus was there. His peace was so real. These are the words on the poem below. I hope that you enjoy the memories. I hope that you will all add your views of churches, when you were growing up.