A religious Memory

When I was about three or four, I remember my grandmother reading me books. This book had a lot of animals and a boat in it. I was fascinated by the water parting, stormy weather, and all the animals living on the boat. This story was cool in my eyes. My grandmother would read it to me everyday i was with her. Of course being so young, I didn't know it was a spiritual story. This story got me excited because of all the animals. The pictures were amazing. As i got older it started to make more sense. My grandmother took me to church with her. In Sunday school we color pictures that were from this book. This was when i started to realize what my grandmother was teaching me. I was being introduced to religion. On Christmas my grandmother would tell me the story about Jesus and how that was his birthday. She explained this in the simple way so i could understand it better. Being so young I didn't understand why people worshiped someone they could not see. As i got older my grandmother started ti read the Bible to me.
Around six or seven i started attending Brookhill Ranch. This was a Christian summer camp. I went there for years till i graduated. This was my first summer camp to attend. Although it was a church camp, they had normal activities. I always did go carts and horseback riding. I made many new friends and memories. In the mornings we would wake up and have a worship service and by that i mean we would sing songs. I really enjoyed the music so much. At the end of the week the staff put on the crusifiction.It was amazing to watch and it really opened up my eyes. The music is dramatic, the sound effects are real, the fire, and the whips. They had "Jesus" carry a real cross while beating him. They left marks on his body with blood. The staff just made it so life like. It was all coming clear now. All the stories my grandmother read me and told me. When the crusifiction was over it made such a big impact on my life. A staff member at the end comes up and talks to the campers for a few minutes. Then he ask if anyone would like to come up and ask for forgiveness. Being so young i didnt understand fully but when up there anyway. After leaving camp, i told my mom what i did. She then explained more about what forgiveness means. Now that i attended Brook Hill Ranch, i have a new outlook on religion. This really opened my eyes. I now am understanding better of what my grandmother was trying to teach me all along.