BaptisimA Chapter by Katarina"It's your decision" We were traveling somewhere in the car, and my memory is foggy, so I don't remember where we were going, what time it was, or when it was. My guess is it was Sunday morning, on our way to church. My parents were discussing my baptism with me; all I knew about it was that you are completely emerged in water. I didn't quite understand why. I just knew the following things: Everyone at the church had been baptized at age eight, unless, they were converted at an older age. Due to that thought, I started to believe if I did not get baptized everyone would shame me. The bishop, the youth, the young women, and my parents. I believed I had to do it. And, technically, I did. Oh! my parents will surly be ever so mad if I don't. They didn't seem mad, but they did want me to. "What do you mean my choice," I was so confused. My decision? "aren't I supposed to?" My mother looked at my father. "Well, no, but...." "We'll be very, very, very," my father put great emphasis on this last very "happy if you do." He said that before my mother could say something like, for example, "Yes. Yes, you do." "You should because I did!" My elder sister Ramona Mae said with great pride; pride that wasn't her's. If you are curious, I did get baptized. What was I to do? my parents wanted me to, my sister said I had to, and everyone else in church had done it. Dad would be so mad. He would hit me, wouldn't he? I was just turning eight when I was plunged into three feet waters, holding my breath for dear life, being emerged into a religion I knew close to nothing about. © 2012 KatarinaFeatured Review
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