As life goes on and we get older, many of us begin to regret the decisions we've made or wish that we had. Sometimes, it is as simple as choosing to try church or something as big as deciding to go to college. Life is always full of these choices and every day we have to make the right one, so when we are older we will not look back and regret it. One day I made one of these same life changing decisions by deciding to come to faith. First when I was younger I always was a good kid and loved doing outgoing activities. I grew up in small town Hannibal, Missouri, home of the famous author Mark Twain. I love to play baseball and football. They were my two favorite sports of all time. My family was never a church going family. So naturally I didn't know anything about God or Jesus. I didn't go to my first Sunday school class until I was in the fifth grade and that only lasted a couple of Sundays before I couldn't get rides anymore. The only aspects I remember are the way the church smelt, the boring stories we read, and the weird kid that sat next to me. The church smelt weird and I never really could figure out why. The stories we read would put me asleep after drinking about 10 cups of extra strength coffee, and it was 8 in the morning, and for a 5th grader it doesn't get any earlier than that. The last memory I have was the kid who sat next to me. He always smelt like glue, and it didn't matter if it was at church or if it was at school which we also went to school together, he just always smelt like glue and apples. Till this day that smell still confuses me. After that I didn't go back to church till I moved here to Alton from my home town. After the big move from Hannibal to here, I had absolutely no friends that were not family. My only friend was my cousin Danielle who went to Heartland Baptist every Wednesday night for youth group. After a couple of boring weeks with no one to play with, I decided to join my cousin and her youth g