May 25, 1965 was the date of my baptism and I was 9 years old, like minimus! And like onacruse, I was in the Los Angeles area (Anaheim) BUT mercifully someone had donated their heated pool for the event, so it was very pleasant. I was the youngest one getting baptized and what I remember is my mother running the show, as usual. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out as soon as the "amen" sounded so that I would be the first one out and the first one to be baptized. I was so embarrassed! I just wanted to be part of the group, not singled out for anything. Oh well, Mom was good for stuff like that . . . .