memory

When I was young, my family and I made up a little game we would play on the way to church when we lived in Oregon. Just as we were turning into the church's parking lot, we would all chant  "How many Mormons in a row?" and then count to see how many cars in a row were also turning into the church. 

This game was irrelevant in Utah, where almost everyone was Mormon and half of the ward walked to church. But now that we live in California, I always peek in the rear-view mirror to make a quick count.