Mission

I served an lds mission once upon a time.  My mother so graciously reminded (shocked) me of this the other day when she asked what I was doing that day, but eight years earlier.  I thought for a second and realized it was going into the missionary training center.  Son of a buttermilk biscuit I thought.  Can’t be that long could it?  Yes.  Yes young padawan it had been.  I’m getting old and time is flying by.  I had the missionaries visit the other day and they just looked…young.  I remember thinking growing up how old they looked.  Weird.