Rocco 

I am Jewish, but I remember the first time I went to synagogue. I was in a bumfuzzle the first I went synagogue. Seeing all the fancy glass and stuff  I thought we were at a funeral. The temple was teeming with specimens. When the Rabbi started the service I thought we were in chorus.The first ten minutes the service was quire. Then I started being five , the annoying little kid I was. Then  the fun started.

“Mom can we go home it's to loud.” This was me for thirty minutes of the service.  For me you just sat down then stood up. I listened to a bunch of gibberish.My siblings couldn't wait for what would happen to me if I did not listen. The Rabbi starts telling a

Jewish parable, This did catch my attention because it was about a kid floating in a river and about to die. This was a very animated story. Then the gibberish started again and put me to bed.

When I woke up the whole congregation was on its feet, and I felt so embarrassed. So I got up with my catastrophe of hair and my tie slipped off. My mom ashamed put my tie on and then put her fingers through my hair. My yamaka was somewhere on the floor and I went searching for it. For some reason I has my first kiss with a temple yamaka, gross.

The service ended, we headed home. Astonishingly I was not in trouble, but my siblings wanted me in trouble. So I gave them a little smirk and fake slept my way home. They new I was faking but my mom doesn't want her precious baby waking up so they wouldn't mess with me. This was my first experience of jewish life.