• I loved how we could go up towards the mesa at night and look back over the city and how it was so beautiful and sparkly.
• Going up the tram as a family and how our hair would stand on end at the top because of all the static electricity
• Walking to and from church
• Our house getting built
• Doing my laurel project (renaissance fair) in the church parking lot
• Learning to drive and going for long drives to nowhere and turning around just to get my ridiculous amount of hours in
• Being in the ward choir, even when I was only 11. Scott Jorgenson was the choir director and he had an incredible amount of patience with me. As did everyone else in the choir and those who had to hear me! Linked to this memory was when our ward choir was invited to sing at the dedication of the Mormon Battalion Monument (which was by the side of the freeway out in the middle of nowhere). Scott got so into directing the song that he ended up throwing his baton over his shoulder into the audience, but he didn't even miss a beat and went on conducting as if nothing had happened. Now this memory is extra special since I served at the Mormon Battalion Visitor Center in San Diego and learned more of their sacrifices and examples.
No comments:
Post a Comment