None of my family growing up was religious. I was curious about it for a very long time. Through high school and college I explored a number of believe systems.
My senior year in college I was depressed, and adrift in the world. I got into a conversation with a roommate from my freshman year. His mother had been a JW for a long time. He and his sister both joined while in college but decided to finish and get their degrees. So he and I started a Bible study and I was baptized a few months after graduation. This was in 1973, the JW view of world conditions lined up with mine (anti-war anti-government).
Fifteen years later I got out. I think the guy I studied with may have left before I did as I lost contact with him in the early eighties. This all took place in Pullman, WA if anybody was around that area then.