After my conversion, we moved to Vernon, British Columbia. Desiring to attend Sunday School, my six-year-old sister and I ventured out to find the church, which we were told, was only three blocks away. However, we soon discovered that we were lost and on the main street of the city.
I remember the terrible feeling of being lost. My sister began to cry. I tried to comfort her, feeling terrible myself. Perhaps almost an hour went by. Suddenly up the street we saw my eldest brother Andy coming. How happy we were! We knew we
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