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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Memory (07/10/08)

TITLE: Memories in a Silent Moment
By Hannah McMichael


Slowly, she climbed the stairs that led her from the church's fellowship area to the sanctuary. Short, narrow stairs, but ones she had walked up so many times before. The sounds of the people that had gathered downstairs faded as she pushed open the swinging doors and stepped into the sanctuary. She was the only one there. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips. Normally, she didn't leave the fellowship area after the service was over, but today, the notion of slipping off to have a quiet moment by herself seemed oh so inviting.
She walked slowly around the room. A smile spread across her face as she neared the raised platform where the podium stood. There was where her and her fellow Sunday school classmates had preformed countless holiday programs. Sometimes they had added props and hand motions to their presentations, other times they had just sung. The songs they had all painstakingly learned flooded back in that moment. The teacher-tailored musical version of Psalm 100. The dozens of tunes to which they had put their own words. The song that they had acted out and the other one that they had put sign language to. The voices of those days seemed to fill the room, and the laughter that had so sweetly flowed seemed forever trapped within its walls.
How naive she had been to imagine that it could have always stayed that way! Here she was, standing in the church she had spent many childhood years in, now facing the life an adult. Her friends from those childhood days had begun their own lives. Some had gone through the tragedy of split families, some were off at college, and others simply had life taking them in different directions. It saddened her to find that she was one of only a small handful that still came to the church.
She made her way to the middle of the aisle, and stood staring at the podium for a few seconds. The memories that had been created in that little red brick building felt so close and real in the silent stillness that enveloped her.
Noises behind her told her that those narrow stairs were being used again. Her siblings and friends burst through the doors, breaking the magic of her moment. But somehow, she didn't mind. In that group of laughing young people, she saw the promise of something far better than the memories that she had been relieving. She saw new memories, ones waiting to be created, and ones happening right before her eyes.
With a smile on her face only a fraction of the one in her heart, she went to join them.

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Dee Yoder 07/17/08
I have lovely memories of my childhood church friends, too. And I'm very blessed to have one of them as a best friend now! Those relationships are precious and treasured, aren't they? Thanks for bringing back some touching memories through your story.
Marlene Austin07/19/08
Simple memories shared by many here at FW I'm sure. :) Just a suggestion: it helps the reader if an extra space is left between paragraphs. Nice job. :)