The day of my baptism I didn't really know what was happening or what to expect. I was so scared because at the time I was deathly after of water and I knew that my pastor would to dunk me in the pool. I afraid that I wouldn't come back up and I would drown. It was my turn to be dunked, every step I took made my heart beat harder and harder, faster and faster. By the time I got up to him and he finished dunking me in the water I didn't even understand why I was so scared in the first place. All of family congradulated me on my decision and the rest of day was a big party.
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