I was about 4 years old, and my mother had me stand on a chair to sing "Fairest Lord Jesus" as she accompanied me at the piano, for the Beams of Light Tabernacle in Sapulpa Oklahoma. I was accustomed to singing for the family (usually standing on a chair-perhaps she thought the breathing mechanism works better at highter altitudes?) and did not think this was anything unusual at the time. It was about the year *%#~!