Don firth, I imagine that you may not have been running quite as fast as your memory tells you. *grin* I remember one Sunday before my brother (1 year and 9 months younger than me) was born.

We lived in town and walked to church.

In my memory we are walking across the graveled lot to the church building. I am very pleased that I am allowed to walk and I swing along manfully (womanfully?) traveling as fast ss I can.

Then my father tells my sister (8 years older than I) to pick me up. I am crushed.