What is there not to love about turning 8?
Free rent, unlimited popsicles and summer vacations. I wish I was turning 8! Your whole life ahead of you without a single regret behind you. The world is yours for the taking!
In the Mormon faith, we believe this is the age of accountability.
The time in a child's life when they must draw a line in the sand.
One side right, the other, wrong.
It seems so juvenile to think the world can be so simplistic, so easily divided into two categories. And yet, as I sit and ponder, it is. It is that simple.
So easy it is to ride the fence, to walk the line, teetering between the two choices. When really, deep, deep down, we know. We've always known, at least since we were mere children.
Some are born with a pursuit for righteousness, they never falter. Others find the course of mischief more appealing.
On this day, I took pictures of a sweet young man. A young man bearing a green crest of honor. One that promised he would not board the ever-appealing side of no-good, but try earnestly to do what he knows in his heart he should: CTR.
It seems acronyms have gained a lot of popularity in the last few years, but this one, CTR, it's been around ever since I was a child. I remember putting on that same ring, making that same promise to Choose The Right.
What better motto could one strive to live by at the tender age of 8?
I love the willingness in his eyes, his passion for life!
What truths do you hold to? What badge do you wear?
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