Fast Sunday is the day when nobody gets to eat breakfast. You sneak in to the kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of cereal. Mom comes in and tells you to put it away, there is no eating on Fast Sunday. Your little brother goes to Sunday School and when the time runs out, the teacher asks, “Why did the time go by so fast?” Your little brother replies, “well it is Fast Sunday.” Not all memories are bad. You have not been offended like most members will believe, though many memories have yet to be written.