For what was meant to be the most significant and important event of my life I hardly remember a single thing about it.
Same as many have said above. I was young and vulnerable and got rapidly indoctrinated and love bombed, didn't have clue what I was doing, did not have and never have had any tangible relationship with any invisible, undetectable, unknowable, unreachable God or his apparent and equally absent son. At the time however I do recall that I was sinning my ass off and so to me for all these reasons my baptism is about as significant as my first puff off a cigarette, my first experience with alcohol, my first frolic with a girl and my first punch up..
Each of which are now just a vague meaningless blur and just as invalid.
I can not be baptised into a concept or an idea.. a theory or an opinion.. I can not be baptised based into something based entirely on 3,000 year old stories told to me by dodgy window cleaning magazine salesmen.
If the Bible is to be seen as true.. everyone it speaks of that made such a commitment had either a personal experience, calling, vision or slap in the head from God himself and/or Jesus. Until I experience similar I refuse any longer to delude myself with fanciful stories, myths, fables and legends that jumping into a bath tub somehow connects me to the creator of the universe and makes him and I best friends.