Growing up in church, we always sat low, middle on the right hand side. Pew number five, if I remember correctly. My grandpa sat in the middle. It was middle-middle. Sitting next to him was grandma. Depending on who won, my sister or I would sit next to her. Sometimes, if we were lucky, one of us sat in between grandma and grandpa. Then sat my mom and step-dad. It was the perfect spot, so I thought. To my right was the exit door. Perfect for the quick and easy escape as soon