I was petrified that day. I felt nervous and slightly sick that morning, so I couldn't even eat breakfast.
Leading up to that baptism day ( I was only 16 ), I didn't want to tell anyone about it. Maybe because I came from a cold-hearted congregation where the other kids my age didn't like me (I was too serious), I didn't want anyone else to know.
I felt relief after the dunking was finally over. And also I felt a little sense of belonging, like I finally joined the club.