The altar boy...

In about 1988 my dad explained to me that it was time for me to serve at the altar. I had grown up in the choir loft with him, but at eight years of age I was graduating to the sanctuary - the holy of holies. He explaind to me that my first Mass would be on a Saturday afternoon. He vested me in the sacristy and told me that he, too, had done the same as well as my grandfather and great-grandfather. It was a proud moment and I still remember it.