My Dad asked if I'd like to go to church with him because he would be leading in prayer at the service. I was surprised but thrilled because he had never shown any interest in spiritual things. The church building just looked like a shopfront from the outside, but inside was huge and outdoors. Dad went up on stage with the ministry team while I stayed down at ground level, wondering where to sit. Lots of elementary school-aged children dressed in blue charged up to the right front of the stage (where they disappeared) in neat ranks, some piggy-backing others, when they were invited to do so.
Then I woke up, and really had to think to remember that my dad died 20 years ago already.