Some months ago I came across a childhood memento, a 78 rpm recording my uncle had made of me singing hymns from the Christian Science Hymnal when I was just five years old. I was amused in listening to it after all these years because, as I sang those hymns from memory and a cappella, I got the verses scrambled; and at the end of each verse I would raise the pitch, until at the last verse I was squealing as high as I could go!
As humorous as I found this, I was also surprised at how earnestly and emphatically I had sung some of the hymns. They obviously meant something to me as a young Sunday School student.
I had also forgotten that as a child I was frequently plagued by sore throats and continual colds. At one time, when I was about twelve years old, I had to take a physical examination to participate in a Girl Scout activity, and the attending doctor recommended that I have my tonsils removed.
