I remember having to puke during prayer. All I could think of is how your not suppose to move or open your eyes so I held my skirt up and puked in it. We were in front by the exit door. Dad hauled me out by my hair and stood me up against the corner of the building and lowered my head "puking position" so I could get a visual of the more appropriate way to have handled the puking during prayer incident.
I can't remember if he actually hauled me out "by my hair" but I added it for the effect.
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That might be one of the funniest short stories I've ever read. My side hurt from laughing so hard.
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