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Ten minutes passed and our experience began to plummet.

From abundantly populated aisles, to toppled merchandise, and the ever present cart roulette…

My resolve was fading quickly.

Now fully engrossed in my music, I plunked out a few worship songs before landing on an older tune.

With the lone creature still in mind, a sense of urgency filled me as I played; as if I’d been assigned to usher the melody into the throne room of God.

Let’s just say, those are words an impressionable seventh-grader doesn’t soon forget.

While I no longer subscribe to her narrative; I can see how these and similar comments throughout adolescence shaped my internal chatter.

Regardless of her intention, or my ability to forget, the damage was done.