Not every single day.

Photo circa Summer 2009 Yellowstone

I must have been 4, 5 or 6

(I moved to CA right before I turned 7)

because I was living in Kaysville, Utah.
I remember the brick church in our neighborhood.
I remember the church full of people.

I remember it was fast and testimony

meeting and a lady stood up on the right

hand side of the church

(in the days 
when some people stood
to give their testimony).

She talked about fire 

and I don't remember exactly what else

in a shrill and loud voice

with big frightened eyes.

It scared me.

So much so,

that to this day I can

 picture almost the whole thing.

Some days I worry 

about turning into 

that crazy lady. 

Not so much 

with the fire,

shrillness or the loudness,

just the crazy.