I grew up in a religious household, but had the conviction of a naturalist until I was 12 years old. I mainly thought that my actions didn't matter because once my life was over, it was over and there was no form of afterlife or God (Entwistle, 2010). This belief led me to constant arguments with children at school, ignoring my parents and often disobeying them. Around the age of 11, I realized my actions were out of control when I left my parents' home to run away. We argued about the fact that I had gotten a cell phone and was grounded for two weeks for not completing my chores that day. At that time, I remember my father saying that he was going to send me to a boarding school because they couldn't handle me anymore. I told my dad he couldn't do that because I would just run away. Without listening to what my parents had to say next, I then strode up to my room and put my things in a backpack. Once finished, I slipped out of the house through the courtyard gate. I went to the park about a mile away and sat under the pavilion to think about my next plans. Less than 30 minutes later, a police officer came up to me and asked me if I was Melissa. I told him I was and he explained to me how he had seen runaway children injured by strangers, as well as how my parents had called him directly to come pick me up and take me home because 'They had seen me go out through the courtyard gate. As I rode in the back of the police car on the way home, I began to feel convicted of my actions, realizing that they could not continue. That’s when I knew there was more to life and I had a purpose. A few months after this life-changing event, I began to radically reconstruct my actions, got baptized, and began developing supernaturalists.