Several months ago, back in the 50s, I was being promoted from my Beginners class to Primary. We were all excited! Then it hit me. My best friend, Freddie, was younger and he was going to stay behind!
That's when it all started. Freddie started crying and holding on to me. I started wailing as well.
We wouldn't let go of each other. That's when our teachers had to call in the big guns - Momma and Mr. Wilburn. Momma was a Sunday School teacher and was busy elsewhere, but she left there to come wrangle me in. Mr. Wilburn was the father of 5 boys and when Freddie, the 5th, came along, he was in no mood to put up with any nonsense.
Mr. Wilburn picked up Freddie. We were sitting in those little dinky chairs. Freddie was holding onto the chair. When he picked up Freddie, the chair and all came with him. I was busy grabbing onto whatever furniture I could. I was wrapping myself around table legs, the lecturn, anything! The class started laughing when Freddie and the chair were in the air.
That made us cry even harder! Those mean kids were laughing at us!
We were reunited in Church a little later. Our parents let us sit together with our arms around each others shoulders. I'm surprised we both are not scarred for life!
I recently read where his mother died. That brought back all the wonderfully funny (at least now) stories of my childhood and some of my friends.
My separation anxiety at Sunday School
