What, When, Where, Why, How

When I was 5 or 6 years old, I was in a tambourine class at the Bible College my dad was attending. I vaguely remember sitting on one of the steps of the room (because it was built for lectures, not for little people) next to my friend and messing with my tambourine. Then, at some point, the teacher presented the gospel and I went forward to pray and be saved. What day was it? I have no idea. I don't even know exactly how old I was.

My mom told me recently that every Sunday school teacher I had would come tell her that I accepted Christ into my heart that day. She would say "Thanks! That makes number 5."