Memoir Mondays with Travis.
It’s kind of like Tuesdays with Morrie, only less die-y.
Oh, before I start. My wife has challenged me to be less negative in my “online persona” for a week.
By this, she means I should stop being hateful, negative, dick-y, and mean (i.e. funny).
I have accepted this glorious challenge for self improvement and enlightenment of my followers as she never ruled out the use of sarcasm.
The year was……….I don’t remember because I was little and now I’m old so my rememory isn’t as good anymore but it was a longtime ago.
Regardless, the following took place when I was a little guy. Maybe 5.
And just like THIS story, it happened at church.
Now, if you saw my guest post over HERE, then you will remember me telling all about my early stage fright.
Well, every year around Christmas time at the Assemblies of God Church I grew up in, they would give each of the children a verse to memorize.
Then, during the evening church service, the children would parade up onstage and recite our memory verses into the microphone, for the enjoyment of our parents and the elderly folk.
Now, I actually have a photographic memory. Or I used to.
However, I don’t remember what my verse was, which is basically what happened that night.
So, when it was my turn, I stepped up to the mike, looked out into the sea of expectant faces, and gave a double thumbs up while I said:
“Heeeeyyyy, I’m the Fonze!”
What can I say? I loved Happy Days.