I felt insecure and confused... I had expected to feel something like a happy feeling, a proof of 'Jah' accepting me... but there was just this great blank in my mind! I thought I had to at least pray while being dunked, but there was no time for that. So before I knew it I was already on my way out of the water and felt like I needed more time to make the occasion more real. But no time, it was al going pretty hastily and there was still a line of other young people who wanted to get in the tub...
The rest of my JW-life I felt like I blew it, that my baptism wasn't good enough, like I did something wrong. I didn't even pray and it felt like I made a mistake somehow because of that. By the way, I was 17 at the time.
Oh and to make things worse: my parents gave me a new bible on the occasion, with 1 Kor. 13:4-7 written by my father on the first page (front cover)... about LOVE... They were the most unloving parents one can imagine. A couple of years ago I burned that bible in a firepit, which felt really good (at least it gave more warmth than my parents ever did!)