Prayer problems

This facebook. Pictures of sweet little people dressed up in what seems to be the latest fairy-looking gear are sprouting out of control on Facebook personal pictures. And they're sweet, very sweet, perhaps sometimes sickly sweet. But I don't have any. Perhaps because this morning was a wake up call, an all in white mass for the little people. And they prayed. And they moved me. Because I didn't know any of the prayers. One went, Hail holy Queen, another, Holy Mary Mother of God... that's all I know. Another was, Our Father who art in heaven... that's all I know of that too. Of course I could look them up in Wikipedia but that would be cheating. Now I'm 35, and these little people are 7. And they teach me a lesson. I was overawed. And try as I might, I cannot remember any of these prayers. I have tried my very best, and I don't get by the first line. Shameful I know, but it's the truth. And yet I was such an avid Muzew goer in my times. How has it come to this? I don't know, but it just felt so shameful that on meeting a childhood friend I just had to ask her. And lo and behold, I think she felt the same. Ok so I'm not on my own here. Two girls raised in convent schools, both not being able to recite prayers. Thank God my mum will never know. And I wonder what going to confession would be like? Confession being a little bit like consensual s and M. You say something and get the punishment or something like it. And since I will very probably not be able to carry out the punishment in its correct style because I'll have absolutely no knowledge, then I'll do just like my dear friend did and recite the National Anthem instead. After all, it's also a prayer. And it'll have to do.