In 8th grade, I spent the summer messing with girl who went to the same church I did. We couldn't wait until the service started, then we'd go downstairs below the worship hall and get naked for an hour. Then, there were those Youth Group meetings at the church - cripes, we never left the the darkened rooms in other sections of the church. Yes, very fond memories and, Barb, thank you for being so adventurous...