The Innocence Of Childhood

When I was young I would always go visit my grandma. She lived right across from a church. When I visited she insisted upon me going to church with her. So we would make, what seemed like a thousand mile journey, to her church, which was four blocks away. I could never understand, being a child, why we couldn’t just go to the church right across from where she lived, instead of walking forever. Oh the innocence of childhood.