When I was only 12 years old, we took the missionary lessons and our baptism was scheduled for a Saturday afternoon. But I had already signed up to do a walk-a-thon for some charity. All my friends were doing it and I'd already gotten sponsors. My mom almost didn't let me go, because she was so afraid I'd have an accident, or get hit by a car or something. She was sure Satan was going to do everything in his power to stop me from getting baptized. I mean, she was really worried about this and she wasn't even LDS yet and she'd already bought into this line of thinking. She finally let me go but worried the whole time and was very happy when I returned home unscathed by Satan's power.