Okay..here's mine. It's not super elaborate tho.
It's not one of those huge turning things, but I find it very interesting. It all started when I still lived down in Colorado. I was sitting in my room, when my sister came up to me and said "Guess what, Lily?! I just became a Christian! Do you want to be one too?!" Being the little girl that I was, I always wanted to copy my sister's and plus it's a no brainer if you ask a kid whether they want to die and be in a pit of lava and constantly be in pain or go to a beautiful place where there are no tears and no pain. Of course the kid would choose heaven. So, I came to my mom and asked her to help me. We prayed and everything sort of went back to normal. I had no idea that what I had just done would actually change me to be the person I am today. (Not that I'm awesome or perfect on anyway.) I had no clue what I had just done. Which is understandable because I was only 3. But God had a plan for me, he took my willing heart, yes my willing 3 year old heart and began to make small changes. About 2 years later, my Dad told me we would be moving to Alaska. I was 5, so I didn't really have many friends and we weren't that close, so that was a pretty easy change. We got to Alaska, and that's when things started to change pretty noticeably. When I was 6 or 7, a friend of my older sisters invited them to a VBS and I tagged along. I told others and myself that I was a Christian, but I had no idea what it meant. When the leaders asked the kids if they wanted to accept Christ as their saviour, I always put it aside and said that I already was. I kinda thought being a Christian was like a badge. To me, it was a name that you got that helped you be a better person. Yes, I knew the bible stories but I didn't really understand them. I enjoyed a few VBS's and later the same friends invited us to something called Awana. I memorized bible verses and all, but I didn't really think about how they applied to my life and what they were saying. I just memorized that words but I didn't really care about the meaning. I made one friend at awana, but we weren't close whatsoever. We only saw each other at Awana, but we weren't really friends. We didn't really talk about anything either. Later, my sister's friend told us to come to a different Awana that their parents were hosting at a different church. So we all left and went to that one. I was extremely shy, so it was difficult to make friends. I eventually came around and asked a girl named Mikayla if she would like to be my friend. She was really nice and we became friends fast. A few changes happened, but nothing major. Through Mikayla, I met a another girl and we name friends. A few years later, I went to a Christian summer camp with my first friend, Mikayla. You know, you get a spiritual high and then when you get back home, it's like nothing happened and that's the sad truth. But, just because you go back to your normal lives doesn't mean some things haven't changed mentally from your experience there. In fact, you are more aware of things, but you don't do anything about it really. That camp changed me. I knew, I felt it, I could see it. On the last day of camp, they took us all around the grounds and had us write thank you noted to people we love, they had us write the name of someone who had hurt us on a rock and toss it into the water, they had us write down some sins we never told anyone ok a paper and toss them into the fire....it was all great. I let go of old sins and I let go of anger towards people because? Jesus forgave us and what we wrote was only for God and me to see. No one would ever seen the anger towards people, they wouldn't have seen the sins we did, they wouldn't know anything. It was just between me and God. I felt some thing. That camp helped me realise things and it changed me more then I could say. That was definitely when I knew God's love and understood things better. I mean, over the years I had understood things a ton better and I had seen God's grace and love, but not in this way. The next year, things got more complicated and stressful. I fell of a small cliff and hit a few rocks on the way down but didn't reach the bottom, thanks to God's grace and love. I'm still learning and getting to know God, but I can say with confidence that I am a Christian and that I have grown considerably since that that first day and all the way until l now. God has kept me safe and thankfully I'm doing okay. I wouldn't be where I am now if it wasn't for God's grace and mercy. The trails I go through will definitely get tougher since I'm only 13, but I will be learning along the way and I will improve in my understanding of God's love.
So that's mine......