Okay, okay, wait a minute!

Before your mind starts racing after reading that headline...I was FIVE!

I recently mentioned to my family that I blogged about my sleepwalking exploits when I was a child. They couldn't believe I'd tell that story, but I was three years old. And it's funny.

So, with that on the table, my sister, Sharon, asked if I remembered the time I fell asleep in church when I was five years old. I told her that, if memory serves, I fell asleep in church a lot when I was a little kid.

Hey, at least I was sitting still and being quiet. But the particular occasion about which she was speaking was, for me at the time, embarrassing and maybe a little (physically) painful.

I was five and we were in the third or fourth row. While sitting straight up, I fell asleep. And, this time, when I dozed off, I just keeled over. I mean, I just fell over like a block of wood.

And, when I did, my head hit the pew with an incredibly loud THUD! Needless to say, it woke me up and I sat back up. Well, my sister's best friend had come with us to church. She was known for having a hair-trigger giggle box and was laughing uncontrollably while, somehow, not making a sound. She was just bouncing.

Then, my sister, her friend, and I looked up into the choir loft and noticed the entire church choir--who had all had a ringside seat--were similarly bouncing, and in tears, trying desperately not to burst out laughing in the middle of the sermon.

And, I know our pastor must have had to be exercising some extra special will power, because he had a pretty good sense of humor and most likely found that very funny.

In the meantime, I was sitting there with my feelings hurt because it looked like, from the perspective of a five-year-old mind, that everyone was laughing at me. Of course, now I think it's hilarious!

And if something like that were to happen today, and I was anywhere near, I'd just have to excuse myself and leave. You know...kind of what I wanted to do then, but for vastly different reasons.

Happy Sunday!