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When I was quite little I desperately wanted to take part in Eucharist, but obviously was too young. I used to try and swindle my grandmother into saving some for me and share it, but she never would. I used to hope she wouldn’t eat it fast enough and then I would grab it from her when she returned, but she always ate it by the time she had returned to the pew.
So I started “playing priest” back at home. I remember squashing my dinner bread really flat and tearing into roughly circular pieces, uplifting it and then eating it. Needless to say, I was pretty enthusiatic when my first communion came around in gr. 2.
So I started “playing priest” back at home. I remember squashing my dinner bread really flat and tearing into roughly circular pieces, uplifting it and then eating it. Needless to say, I was pretty enthusiatic when my first communion came around in gr. 2.