When I was about 14, I had to take a series of sort-of catechism classes at the A/G we were attending. We were told that the Azusa Street revival started in a storefront church on Azusa Street, but I don't remember any more about it than that (mind you, this is over *koff* 30 years ago). Funny though, it was in that class that I started my habit of arguing with the pastor and being told that I was rebelling against God and was not in my proper 'place' (trans.- I was a girl and should sit down, shut up, and make babies). Interestingly enough, I was arguing with the pastor about speaking in tongues- why it was done and if it was meant to be done now as an observable evidence of the presence of the Holy Spirit. I guess I knew even then that they were full of bovine exhaust...