Those Sunday School Stars

We learned the books of the Bible in order when young Almost nigh impossible to do, not really any kind of fun. The Sunday school teacher was named Mrs. Marrs. Rewards she gave us were those sticky tiny aluminum stars. Was it worth it? You ask me. It was at the time. I had no idea they hardly cost her a dime. Now I dream of these stars sometimes in my sleep They are poured onto my brain and I do not make a peep. Remembering how much I wanted them at one time. When we could get things that only cost a mere dime.