If someone were to write my biography, they might title it An Unlikely Mormon.
Some converts were visiting different churches and searching for the truth for years; others ran into missionaries and immediately knew this was right for them.
I was neither of those people.
When I was in high school, a family with a son about my age moved in next door. We didn’t really talk but I was vaguely aware of his existence. I remember once seeing him out of my window and idly wondering, “What if we dated?” Of course, as a teenage girl I thought that about every boy I saw, so maybe it didn’t mean much.
But, funnily enough, I did end up dating that boy.