Many of you probably don't.  Some of you do as it was a much later event in life.  I don't remember my baptism, even though it was later- I was 5 months old. It took longer as I was baptized in a special place, St. Peter's Danish Evangelical Lutheran Church in Sheffield, IL. The complication was that it was a historic place, and no longer a working church by then. (It is the oldest Danish Lutheran Church in the continental US, the oldest church is in the Virgin Islands.) We had to get permission to use it, so that I could be baptized in the same font as my grandfather.  One effect of my baptism I do have some memories of- I met royalty. In 1976, I met Queen Magrethe II of Denmark as she toured the US around the Bicentennial Celebrations.

So if I act full of "airs and graces" it is entirely because I rubbed elbows with royalty!

(That was an accident of history, but if I actually show any grace it comes from the baptism itself.)

I was acknowledged by the Queen as a response as someone who participated in an act in a special place.

My baptism was my formal acknowledgment by the King- and my response is to participate in that Kingdom.  The love and the claiming make it special everyday, because unlike the queen's visit, this 'visit' is with us always (Emmanuel)!

May you contemplate baptism, and may you realize that it is a special time and a special place- but more importantly that time and place is now and wherever you are, as the King is with you!