Starting Church

I began going to church. I had no idea what mom was thinking when she said, its time for church. We had woke up at 6:00 AM in the morning and we were told to dress nicely to look good for church. I was 5 years old. I had no idea what it meant to believe in Christ or to be a Christan. So I never got what it meant to understand the Bible fully yet either. So I went and I was in Sunday school and I had no idea what they where saying, I was told to bow my head and pray I had no idea what that meant either. I bowed and pretended to know. I soon got realised from Sunday School. I listened to a 1 hour session of preaching from the preacher, Still never understood what it meant to believe God. I just sat and listened. He would read the Bible to the church and I still never understood what it meant to hear from the Bible or how to understand what it said. I pretended to know and one day we did home school in the church we went to when I moved from Branson, which is where I started my life, and was born. I moved to a town, really small in Arkansas. I went to the church for a long time. I was asked my mother do you want to accept God in your heart. I said yes. I was asked to bow my head and pray and ask for God to enter my heart. I was asked to pray along with my mother, I did and we finished. Mom asked me do you feel different now, she said that, because we are suppose to I guess, and I said out of pretending, yes I do. She said now you are ready for baptism now.