tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6745702.post1076553373558170653..comments2023-05-04T02:40:38.470-07:00Comments on Renzntzman: The White BuildingsWhat Would Jesus Glue?http://www.blogger.com/profile/13204254609006281005noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6745702.post-11585284176575321292008-11-19T11:29:00.000-08:002008-11-19T11:29:00.000-08:00by the way, did those buildings have an actual nam...by the way, did those buildings have an actual name? if so, i never knew it...adamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15482234538402456427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6745702.post-90377745451562459562008-11-19T06:43:00.000-08:002008-11-19T06:43:00.000-08:00man, that makes me sad...i had many of the same ex...man, that makes me sad...i had many of the same experiences out in those buildings except that mine stop around middle school because the youth got the new rooms in the gym most of the time. also, instead of going on the roof, we'd jump down to the ground from the railing...stupid. i have some good and some boring memories in those buildings like i loved going into the ra room and building things with mr. mcgee. the boring memories are mostly of what we called church training back then like sunday school at night except there were only like 4 of us on any given night and we didn't do anything fun...just read and worked in little books...i hated doing that but i've since talked to my parents about it talking about memories of the church and mom basically told me i went because they would be in choir practice or meetings and wouldn't have made me go if they didn't have to be there. those were also good rooms to hide in on wednesdays to skip pioneers and youth small groups because they'd be open and no one would be out there but we only did that a few times in middle school...when dave came, we actually ended up teaching groups so that ended freetime. i feel like you in that i spent my growing up years around those buildings...i also spent many days in summers playing around those buildings because mom would go up to the church to help dad with whatever and i'd be out of school and too young to be left at home or whatever like my brother so i'd run around and find rubber cement to play with or sometimes leftover sunday school donuts. ah, memories...adamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15482234538402456427noreply@blogger.com