I was 17, and it will be 33 years this summer. My mom never pushed the issue of me getting baptized, but the congregation that we had recently moved into was putting on the pressure big time. Finally, after putting up with it, I decided to just get it over and to get those people off of my back about it. While going through the study, the one where an elder goes over questions to see what was in my "heart", he said there were several others getting baptized, and if that was why I was doing that. That was news to me because I didn't really know anyone else. At the time I was really shy, because of a ton of crap that I had been dealing with over the years, and didn't see the need to allow anyone to get close to me. Still that way to some aspects, not enjoyable.
Anyways later found out that there were around 12 (myself included) who got baptized from the congregation I was attending. If any are wondering I was the last one of that group to leave or get kicked out of the Watchtower. Most of them were gone before they even reached their first year. One of the girls actually got kicked out of her home by her step-father, because she was dating a "worldly" guy. She was baptized only 2 months before this. She ended up moving in with her boyfriend and dropping out of high school as a result. Another one of the girls that got baptized had only done it as well because certain people in the organization was expecting her to do it as well. Another one of the girls who got baptized ended up moving to Texas and became a dancer (stripper), just to piss off her JW mother.
The awful part about that baptism that summer was there was a little girl sitting next to me during the baptism talk at the convention. I don't know who she was, but I asked her how old she was, and her response to me was 8 years old.