This little reminiscence (another word to ask your parents about-if they can remember...) will probably be a short tale Kind of like Hairy's (BDE).
When I was younger--now, wait, what does that mean? It wouldn't make any sense to start a story with "When I was older"! Because I couldn't have been older when I "was", now could I? "When I was", relating to my age, already means when I was younger-It couldn't mean anything else. Hmm, how to better start?... OK, try this: (and ignore all of the preceding paragraph, if you don't mind).
When I was a lad of 5 or 6, or I could have been 7 or 8, I'm sure I wasn't over 9-anyway, it was quite some time ago and I was much younger than I am now (I think you can figure out that I was definitely not older than I am now-that would be quite Merlin-esque of me, don't you think). OK, now that we have established that this happened when I was a young boy, we can get on with the tale.
At this time of my life, I was lucky to have a dog named Tiger. I'm not sure how he became my dog, and not one of my two brothers'. Maybe it was because I fed him and played with him. We shared many good things in life. Including Tiger letting me sample his canned Horsemeat and Gravy (tasty!) that I bought for him at Farrer's market on the corner of 3rd East and 2700 South.
Tiger was good to me, he was able to listen, he would run around with me in the yard and follow me on my trusty Schwinn mega-bicycle. Yes, this is the same bike that somehow attacked my little brother Steve and almost broke the poor kid. Yes, I was riding the bike, but I promise-that bike had a mind of its own! And Steve zigged when he should have zagged.
OK, where was I? I was younger (OK, we discussed that), I had a dog named Tiger, (now, why do we name dogs after types of cats?), and...hmm-Oh yeah-Tiger was my best friend most of the time. My brothers were-well, they were my brothers. All of you with siblings understand what I mean, don't you? Brothers (or sisters-but we didn't have one of those yet-Tammy comes in years later) are special and wonderful and can be your friends. But sometimes they aren't. A good dog can always be your friend. But the dog can't be your brother. And I wouldn't have traded either of my brothers for my dog. Most of the time. OK-we will return to Tiger and his part of this tale in a couple of minutes. The next question will seem totally unrelated, but I guarantee this tale will make sense at the tail end. I hope. Ready?
Why did Jesus come to Earth? Why was he born? Why did he live a perfect life and then carry out the atonement? I'll wait until you give your answers. OK, Ready?
I think many of us would say that He came atoned for us so we could be forgiven of our sins and be able to live again after this life. And that would be correct-but not the full answer. I know this is an infinite blessing for us-to be cleansed of our sins-and to be able to live after this life, but there is more!
We have been taught the following in the scriptures (this is from Alma Chapter 7)-