I’ve been on the Internet several times this week in failed attempts to find myself a blog prompt. It’s amazing how illusive one’s muse can be at times. At one point, I had an empty word document open for 30 minutes. The only thing I managed to type was the date. Today’s lunch break googling proved fruitful. I stumbled on a prompt that said something to the effect of “When someone does something embarrassing to the effect of humiliating themselves, do you sympathize and feel embarrassed too?” It is time to take a trip down memory lane! In short, my answer is “Yes.” I was thirteen or fourteen at the time. My older sister had a knack for making sure we got to church every Sunday. One Sunday morning, my little gang of church friends and I had taken our regular pews in the sanctuary. We liked to rush to the first two pews on the left side before the adults got there because those pews had first dibs on the flags, tambourines, and streamers. I was all about waving the purple, red, blue