IN 1969, I was in second grade at St. Ignatius Catholic School. First grade was a breeze. I loved Sr. Linda. She wore a modified habit and brought a guitar to class. Second grade was more difficult. We had to prepare for my first confession and first Communion by memorizing the catechism answers. Then we were tested to prove that we understood what we were getting into (as much as a 7-year-old can grasp sin, repentance, forgiveness, and transubstantiation).
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