we were listening to shut the door keep out the devil, when my little sister said. "i think i know what the devil is, shall i tell you?" sure. "like robbers and stuff. . ." wouldn't that be nice. . .

makes me remember when i KNEW that pagans were the neighbors back the road,
o and anybody else who rode motorcycles and any other person that drove them were were evil too,
*we would hide from them,
*i dreamt about them,
*and knew that they were out to get us.
*they scared me. !
*i don't think anybody knows the fear that ran through me when i heard a motorcycle, i still remember that feeling, and it was terrible.
*they were pagans.
and now when i hear the word pagan, i think back to what i thought it makes me giggle every time.

o, and when the lady drove to church.
i knew they were sinners, because the man drives not the lady. . . .

ahh. talk about the blissful innocense of little kids. that and what the people around you think is wrong, out of proportion in your child-like faith. (if you can call it that) it's precious.