I attended a Catholic School, and our whole school would celebrate Mass together on Holy Days of Obligation in the Liturgical Calendar. I remember going to Mass on Ash Wednesday when I was in kindergarten. We went up to get ashes on our foreheads during Mass. Some of my classmates and I wiped it off after we had returned to our pews, and we giggled about it. But when we all sat down after everyone had gotten ashes, I was overcomed with this feeling of sadness. I felt bad, like I had betrayed Jesus and wished that I could undo what I had done because what I did made Jesus sad. This was the first time that I can remember being aware of Jesus.