When I was very young, like 3 or 4 my mom read me the story of Abraham and Issac and I remember thinking to myself that I would do that for God if he asked me. So I guess I'd always had a deep spiritual need and wanted to please God.
I come from a broken home. No dad to speak of, he was a real pos and never did anything with us kids except berate us and put us down and make us feel worthless. My mom remarried a guy when I was 12 and he and I didn't see eye to eye at the time, so I really had no father figure.
About the age of 13 I talked to a lady who was just studying at the time and she told me all about the paradise earth and I thought that sounded great. That was the first seed planted.
I was not a popular kid in school. Very much a nerd and a teachers pet. My mom never showed me the dark side of life only life through Rose colored glasses, so I had a lot of trust for everyone and took everyone at their word.
Enter the JW's. They came to my door, a study was started and I really looked up to the man who was studying with me. Little did I know I was viewing him as a father figure of sorts.
I was very trusting, very hurt by life (I'd just gotten my heart crushed by a girl in hs who I dearly loved at the time), I had no father and I had this deep desire to please god.
All these factors pushed me right into the JW religion.
The moment I bought it was at a District Convention in Pittsburgh PA in the old 3 rivers stadium. It was hot, I was miserable, I was sitting all alone way up in the nose bleed section. I didn't want it to be the Truth. I wanted to live my life, be free, love someone, travel, go to college, etc..... but as I sat there it just all made so much sense. Everything was proven from the bible and I believed it all.