I used to go to church here when I was little. Lots of great people. I learned how to skateboard in the parking lot. So many nice families like the Halls… There were some weird memories, too. Lots of drug abuse disclosures by some of the teenagers. That was weirdly traumatizing. To give you a point of reference, it was like The Virgin Suicides, only I was like the neighbor kids who watch it go down. ‘Nuff said.