Not As Faithful

The sulfuric smells were overpowering. Large groups of people huddled around a single spot. Aside from the occasional gurgle, the day was perfect. The sky above was the color of purest azure. People did murmur. There were some children who yanked on their mommy's or daddy's sleeve. All impatient over the big proclaimed miracle that occurred on time every day since God knows when. Standing on the platform far enough away, I too was just as impatient. When it did happen, it wasn't as marvelous as everyone proclaimed. As a young preteen, I turned up my nose. "Old Fateful isn't that big! I didn't even get wet!"