When I was eight years old, one evening after church, I told my mother that I wanted to be saved so that I could go to heaven when I died.
God started speaking to my heart, convicting me of my sins, when I was nine years old. I knew that if I died without Christ I would go to Hell.
They all kept saying that I needed to repent (to be sorry for sinning and turn away from them) and to turn to Jesus as Lord through faith. Maybe I was just slow to catch