We begin our story:
SUNDAY, JUNE 18, 1961:
A UNIQUE "DAY OF THE LORD"
"The greatest event of my life occurred on June 18, 1961, at San Sebastian (de Garabandal) . . . It happened on a Sunday."
Such are the first words of Conchita's Diary.
On that Sunday, in late afternoon, Conchita, Jacinta, Mari-Loli and Mari-Cruz were playing in the open area of the village. They suddenly decided to go and play a little farther on in the neighboring
countryside. When they came up to the teacher's garden, they yielded to the temptation of picking small fruit, hardly ripened and fallen from his apple tree.
The four children filled their pockets full and ran away up to a small lane, the famous calleja, quiet enough to let them enjoy their small pilfery without the fear of being caught or scolded.
Used so many times, mostly to climb up to the Pines, the calleja was the scene of absolutely unique phenomena . . . According to Conchita's own expression, this lane will forever be "a little piece of Heaven" ("un trocito del Cielo") for her.
[Excerpted from 'Garabandal' Book, pages 26, 27]
Deacon John
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