Bless me, Father, for I have sinned...

As a child, curiosity toward religions plagued me.  I attended many churches with my friends trying to understand the complexities and simple differences they professed.  Now please understand, I was a child of seven or eight at this time.  One beautiful Sunday morning I set out to attend the fundamentalist Christian church that my closest friend went to.  The service was lovely (lots of hymn singing and a bit of the fire and brimstone preaching I had been warned about by my friend).  I found it all exciting.  The hymns were not so different from my own family's church, but then came time for Communion...  An ardent observer of people (even at this early age), I watched as the Communion tray passed from person to person.  When it reached me, I did as I had seen others do and broke a small piece of the bread (cracker) from the tray, placing it in my mouth and waiting for the wine tray that followed.  (When in Rome...)  Following church when we were safely outside, my friend pulled me aside and instilled the greatest fear I have ever known.  "YOU are going to HELL!!" she said.  "Why?" I asked.  "YOU took Communion but you are not baptised as a Christian!"  Now here it gets a bit sticky--I was a child but I believe I had an acute power of deduction and for me it wasn't working.  I believed in God, I did not realise what I had done was considered a mortal sin in the eyes of the members of this church, I had only acted as a child would.  Would God commit me to burn in hell as my friend said or would He understand that a child was innocent of sin when that sin was committed without knowledge.  This question has plagued me for years.  Even now, as a full-grown adult, I suffer from the fear that my friend's words may have been true and that I may be facing eternity in a place I have no desire to be.  Will the life I have lived be able to save me from this fate?  Would one transgression as a child doom me?  Bless me, Father, for I have sinned...