When I was younger, I used to fast and go to synagogue on Yom Kippur . That is today.
I remember always getting a new dress and shoes to wear to temple.
I remember the prayer in memory of loved family members gone.
I remember walking to a little bridge above a pond with my father and sister, and throwing our sins into the water.
I remember looking forward to making the new year better.
And, I remember the rabbi blowing the shofar at the end of the day.
Shanah Tovah. [Have a good year.]