There are a great many episodes to the story of my conversion, so I will post the story here in small chunks. That's the way it happed, so that's the way I'll tell the story.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was to be baptized at the age of twelve. She had been told and understood that baptism washes away all the sins of one's whole life. She did not understand, and never asked, why baptism should take place now, before the treacherous teenage years, before all the temptations of adulthood. Why have all my sins washed away now, if it can only be done once, rather than wait until I am old and about to die? But it was the custom of her church to baptize at the age of twelve, and so it was done.
That little girl was me. I was a Protestant. This was the first of many questions. This was the beginning.