My earliest memory was of suddenly being conscious and seeing, about 8-10 feet in front of me, a round ball of pure white light, with a thousand short rays of light shining off of it. I remembered it every day. I recall thinking on my second birthday, "My first memory was that white light."
On the night of March 10, 1994, I turned back to God, thus starting a 4 month search for Him, not being quite sure what that meant. One Sunday night the following July, I walked into a church that I knew nothing about. After the service, the opportunity was given for prayer. To which I responded.
After a series of powerful visions and Jesus speaking to me, "All things are possible, if one only believes," I met my Father. It was the best day of my life.