Oh, ugh!
I remember my mum sheding a silent tear when asked if I was dunked yet by some friends at a CA... I think I was 16 or, so. I felt no internal complusion, but because of this cloting expectation went through the motions, including 'dedicating myself to Jehober in prayer', at 17 or 18 I think.
I need a joint...
OH!!
Does anyone else remember this Dubbie 'folk-belief' that if you couldn't remember the date of you baptism it was because you didn't mean it or weren't acceptable? That gave me the terrors...