Give us this day our daily cookie.
My parents don't go to church regularly. It's not that they don't believe in God or Jesus, because they do. My dad has issues with organized religion/churches. So I was not one of those kids who was dressed up and forced to go to church every Sunday. Believe it or not, when I did start going to church on Sundays, it was of my own volition. (I don't go anymore, but that's another story).

However, my sister and I did attend Vacation Bible School every summer while in elementary school. We went to a tiny Freewill Baptist church in the country. The program was run by two ancient ladies, Miss Jewel and Miss Carol. We learned Bible stories, memorized verses, and then did arts and crafts. You know, the macaroni pictures and stuff. I actually really enjoyed going. Summers were often very lonely for me, since I lived 20 miles from all of my friends. Bible school was a chance for me to interact with other kids. I also liked singing hymns, and I've always been a sucker for making stuff. Plus, I had a little Bible school boyfriend.

So why am I mentioning all of this now? Well, the cafeteria at work has these peanut butter cookies that taste exactly like the ones they gave us during our Bible school breaks. We would go outside (the church was set almost into the woods), eat cookies, and drink really cold water. They always had milk jugs full of the coldest, crispest water possible. It was probably just spring water. Anyway, every time I get the cookies from the cafeteria, I always feel like having a glass of cold water. I miss those simpler days, when summer meant Bible school, cookies, and cool, cool water.