Well, as far as that day, that's all I remember. There was no voice or sound other than my mom singing some worship songs. Like I said earlier, I was
4 yrs. of age, so I acknowledged what I saw and was amazed by it, but then went on my merry way after I stepped on a rock. It hurt really bad, so I
went inside. Sounds kind of silly, but it's the truth.
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