When I was about 9 I wanted to be an altar boy, (Catholic upbringing), like my 2 elder brothers. My priority was to get Easter eggs at Easter and money at weddings/funerals/Christenings etc. The priest gave a book of the Mass in Latin and said I had 6 weeks to learn it off by heart. Duly studied it every night with one of my sisters testing me continuously until I was word perfect with all the responses. Went back to the Priest and he thoroughly tested me on what I had learnt. Told me I had passed with flying colours and I would be serving Mass at 9.00 o'clock that coming Sunday with both of my brothers and one other lad.
YES!!!!! I thought and turned away to walk home when suddenly he stopped me in my tracks with the words, "Oh by the way, as from Sunday we will no longer be conducting Mass in Latin. It will be entirely in English."
To say I was not a happy bunny was a vast understatement, especially when I told mum and she said she had known for about 3 months it was changing.
