I had a blessed childhood in some respects. I remember carrying boughs of cherry blossom to adorn our church in honor of the Virgin Mary – along with all the glorious Marian hymns now in such disrepair. And when I got to college, I was one of a handful allowed to go to the top of Magdalen College tower in Oxford to hear the choir sing the summer in at 6 am. The whole city gets out of bed to gather around the tower. It's a truly poignant moment.
Here's a personal video of the experience.
The Dish 