Except for my brother and me, all of the neighborhood children were white. One day one boy about my age came by. As we were playing together he started telling me about Sunday school. I was eager to know exactly what Sunday school was. He told me that they sang and prayed. I asked him what prayer was. After he told me about it, I went up into the loft where we stayed, and knelt down by a barrel of corn and prayed the best I could. I don't remember exactly what I said. But I do remember how good it felt. I prayed several times before I quit.