I was may be 6 years old when I got a fansy oli paint box as a New Year gift. And for some reason I started to thank the God for this. I was standing on my knees, looking at the night sky and saying just simple words. I had no idea how to pray, or what really to say. The religion was prohibited in the USSR, but I think this how my friendship with the God has started.
After a while I forgot all about it. Until one day ( I was a teenager already) I knew that my spirit and my soul belongs to the God.
