Mother called the church headquarters in Salt Lake City. A clerk there found a certificate from my christening, when I was a baby, and another from my baptism, which, as with all Mormon children, had occurred when I was eight.
Yup. I don't remember anything about my baptism other than being watched by dozens of people while being dunked into a tub full of water and then attempting to dry off before my reception party, where I ate my weight in fruit and wanted nothing more than to go home.
