My Sunday school teacher, Mrs. Kelly, was a very kind and charming lady, one who you could feel the love of God radiating from her. Each and every Sunday she would play games with us and do dances with us and quite simply be like the one Sunday school teacher everyone missed when they grew older.
Every Sunday she would pick random children that got to pick a song to sing, my best friend and I always agreed on everything so our choice in the songs was easy and delightful for both of us.
Now that I think back to those days I have to laugh because my poor Sunday school teacher had to choose me sometimes or it would be unfair. To explain myself better here goes.... no Sunday school teacher liked my song choice because each and every single time that I was chosen I loudly and clearly said "I would like Father Abraham" which I happened to love because I got to jump and spin and sit and sing faster and faster till we all had our brains spinning in our heads. My poor teacher had to dance along with us too, she must have been exhausted by the time the song was over.
If someone was to ask me what the one thing is that I miss the most about my Sunday school in the Ozarks when I was a little girl (since that is obviously a question that comes up in normal conversations) I would simply laugh and say "Singing Father Abraham."