As a kid, I would sit in shul week after week being told by my father that I had to listen to the rabbi’s speech. I didn’t get much of what was being shared, yet my parents felt this was something I needed to do. While I attempted to get out of it with anything from needing to use the bathroom or “get a tissue” nothing worked. With nothing else to do, I acquiesced and decided to make the best of it. What did that mean? Lots and lots of daydreaming. 

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