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Sunday morning meant one thing and one thing only in my family: church. We had to have held the record for most services attended in a row. It was almost ridiculous, nothing would stop us from going. Anything from a slight fever to a broken leg, my parents would prevail in finding a way to get them along with me and my younger brother Phillip to go.
"Leaving in five! Noah, Phillip, be ready!" my dad announced from the hallway. I was 15 while my brother was 12 years of age. One of the things that I didn't quite understand was the donation plate that was passed around. If I wanted to spend my money somewhere, I'd go to the movies or the game store.
Ready in my polo shirt and tan slacks, I fixed up my hair and went down to the bottom of the stairs where my dressed-up parents were awaiting me. "Phillip! Chop chop!" my mom yelled, nearly bursting my eardrum. Another thing they made a point on was not being late. A single second that was missed and we would hear their wrath.
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