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But, I did have a wonderful experience. I was just 5 years old, almost 6. My whole family was at children's church camp - my parents as workers, my brother as a camper, and my sister and I just running. After the Thursday night service, the magician (whom I stopped listening to after his magic tricks were over and he went into the serious part of the lesson - I would have rather colored) made a call. I didn't really hear him. In was simply about 5 or 10 minutes later that after several kids (about half of the camp) had gone up to pray, that I said to my mother, "Mom, will you go up and pray with me." I didn't truly understand it all. I just felt the Holy Spirit prodding me. Thus, it was there, that night that I was saved. I have been truly thankful ever since. In fact, my thankfulness grows as I become more and more aware how staying in God's prescence and out of sin, which seperates us from God, is the only way to complete joy.