I "got saved" in July, 1984, when I was twelve years old. I don't know what this experience is like for other people, but I'll tell you what it was like for me. My sister and I were fighting over who was going to sit in the front seat of the car. She was going to day care that day, and I was going to summer camp. Finally, she said, "I'm going to tell!"
Instead of chasing her into the house so that I could make my side heard, I stayed in the garage. As I was closing the front door before getting into the back seat, I saw a face with tears on it. I heard a voice say, "I'm not pleased when you do that."
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