My first big experience of God was at the age of 5. Alone in my bedroom at night, I sat up in bed and looked out of the window at my dark back garden and the moon above it. I realised that one day, and probably in only 60 or 70 years, I would die. I believed in God, but as a child feared Him so much that the thought of my future death filled me with utter terror. I sobbed and clasped my hands in prayer, begging the moon (where I though God was) to let me live forever.