Did you attend church as a boy?

I remember vividly going to Mass every Sunday. I loved going to church and our Catholic services interested me from a very early age. When I was very little, we were members at Borromeo Church but then moved to St. Cletus when we moved to the house on Headland. St. Cletus was a new parish and was full of younger families. The church was not big and cathedral-looking but was a very simple church. Very basic pews and a tiled floor. Our parish priest was Father Brauner and he was an older man but I always liked him. Sermons in the Catholic Church were pretty short - about 10 minutes or so. The church services were always about 45 minutes long - total. I haven't been to a Catholic Mass in several years but I think that I could still recite all of the prayers and order of services. My parents both went to Catholic grade school and then Catholic High School. They really couldn't afford to send me to private school so I attended all public schools. As part of our Catholic training, I did attend PSR (Parish School of Religion) classes every year - kind of like a camp. Mom and Dad would drop us off at the church and we would spend an hour or so with some of the leaders of the church. It was very similar to Sunday School. I loved PSR Classes and was very interested in learning more and doing well in my classes. I remember that I had a nun named Sister Pat as one of my teachers and she played the guitar and sang in a lot of our Masses. Sister Pat was great and I really enjoyed her classes. She told me that I should become a priest because of my love of the classes and studying so hard. I remember being so proud that she thought I could be a priest.

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