Four? I’m impressed ... my earliest “church” memories go back to about 5. I got to sit with my Mom in the choir loft ... the view was spectacular.
I remember runing up and down a little incline (that seemed like a hill at the time) on the church lawn after mass while my parents stood nearby talking to the priest of Cure d’Ars Church. Very sunny morning, quite warm.
I must have been about four at the time. Don’t remember the service though.