I don’t remember how old I was or the date but I think I was about 8/9 years old. I grew up in a Christian family. My parents used to attend a fellowship near home every once a week and I used to tag along. It was a fellowship for ‘big’ people. I don’t really know why I used to go, but I did. I enjoyed sitting in that hall and just listening to the preacher. Not that I really understood everything that was said, but I used to feel an inner peace and joy every time I attended. At the end of every session, the preacher would make an altar call and I would watch people walk to the front. At first I did not know why/what it meant but I knew that I wanted to be like them one day. I had heard about Jesus, from Sunday school; how he had come down on earth to die for my sins so that I could be saved and I knew that only through him would I go to heaven but not because of the good things I did. So one day, after the fellowship, the preacher made the usual altar call and I felt a deep warmth swell up in my chest. I knew God had visited me and it was my time. I raised my hand and he called me to the front. To my surprise I was the only one that day. I felt scared but was encouraged when every one in the hall stood up to clap for me. I marched to the front and the preacher carried me, gave me a tight hug and prayed for me. I felt so much joy and peace within me and from that day I have enjoyed the joy of salvation-The best decision I have ever made!