Sunday School

When I was little, my sisters and I went to Sunday School while my parents went to church. Back then we always thought attending the service with the adults would be more exciting than the Sunday School. But when my dad finally let us sit in the chapel, it wasn't.

Stand up, Sit down, Sing. Stand up, sing. Kneel, pray. Get up, pray. Fidget. Listen to sermon... Fidget. Drift off from the sermon. Wake up and put money in the basket. In the end, we wanted to go back to the Sunday School.

Times were simpler in the Sunday School. We memorise the Ten Commandments. I wonder if I still remember them?

Thou shall have no other Gods before me..

Don't take the name of the Lord in vain...

Keep the Sunday...

Honour your father and mother...

Thou shalt not kill...

Thou shalt not commit adultery... (We didn't know what it was, our teachers only told us that you got to be a grown up to do it)..

Thou shalt not steal..

No bearing false witness against your neighbours

Thou shalt not covert thy neighbour's wife..

Gee, the first time I washed my neighbour's car his wife paid me and gave me a great big smile, and I suddenly felt like doing the washing forever free. But I wasn't sure if that fell under the forbidden rules of the church. At that time it sounded borderline, but I wasn't going to ask..