Rosebud's post reminded me of when I was in baby infants. I used to look at all the girls and boys who were 7 with such envy. I thought they must be so happy, so made up with themselves, I thought they must feel so confident; that they must walk around knowing that everyone wants to be seven.
Seven was the age of adulthood for me. I'd get to wear a wedding dress for my Communion & my Granny told me that God doesn't let children taste the bread; the holy Communion. God decided that when you are 7 you are big enough,adult enough to have it & that's why you need to wait.
