Oh, listen to the children while they play
Now ain't it kinda funny what the children say –Glenn Tubb
I was six years old the first time I kissed a girl. And by girl, I don’t mean mom, or my sister. She was a lovely girl. And she was four. Fifty years later, she still is. It was a Sunday after worship in a class room. As we drove home that morning, I announced what I had done to my family– mama, daddy and my sister. They all laughed out loud at me. For nearly fifty years, I never told them anything significant about my life. I have since been married three times. No one in my family was present at any of the weddings. I do not blame them or find fault. How do you know what is in the mind of a six-year-old?
