When I was in the fifth grade, I joined a church youth group for kids in third through fifth grade. On the last meeting of the year, we went to a local park and had a picnic by way of celebration.

I was happy, because I loved picnics and running around with my friends, but I was sad because I’d miss my small group leader, Annie. All the leaders were in 11th or 12th grade, and therefore seemed extremely old and sophisticated to us.

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