This is what I hope to be the first in a six-week series of the youth conferences I attended. I only went to half of my scout camps, but I went to all youth conferences.
The first one wasn't really a youth conference; I was only 12, and you had to be 14 to go on that year's conference. So our deacons quorum went downtown to see The Testaments of One Fold and One Shepherd. I remember Brother Morley coming to my house to pick me up in his Suburban. We were supposed to dress up (I'm not sure why), and I was wearing the suit that I had inherited from my then-uncle Wayne. (I think I got it because I was short enough and fat enough to wear it.) I think it was my first time wearing it, but no one said anything about it. It was a little too warm for a June night.
That's about all I remember. But the successive blogs will be more substantial.
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