I was going downstairs to see Mommy

I was going downstairs to see Mommy. I slipped and slid down the stairs and hurt my back. I was crying for a while. My mommy carried me, singing me a hymn. Then, we read from the Sentinel. I felt better and I played with my sister's block toys. I thought about God and me. I thought that God is everywhere. My back stopped hurting and I could run and play.

Becca KnoxFort Collins, Colorado

September 29, 1997
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