Nope. I don't think it really meant anything to me when I went either. When I was little, I do remember being petrified that I would spill the wine and whether I would be smote on the spot for daring to spill the "sacred" emblems. Then I got older, and it was my dad's turn to buy the "emblems. When we got to eat the leftover crackers and (I think) my parents drank the leftover wine, I realized that these things came from the local store, not some special heavenly mini-mart, and I wasn't afraid any more. At some point, I realized that we heard the same talk year after year, and that It was just another boring meeting that we had to go to in addition to all the other boring meetings. The difference was that for this one, we actually had to endure bible readings for the week before to "prepare" and we usually got to get some spiffy new clothes. I believe that 1998 was the last memorial that I went to - possibly even 1997. And that damn song still runs through my brain when ever a thread like this pops up to remind me of it. In any event, it is as meaningless to me as any other meeting.