ImmortalFlame
Woke gremlin
My mother was raised protestant and eventually became an agnostic, my father was raised catholic and eventually became an atheist. So, you could say that they were always arguing over which religion I wasn't going to be brought up in.
Seriously though, my parents were very open about beliefs and basically let me and my brothers choose for ourselves what we wanted to believe. Having Religious Education lessons in the UK helped a lot as well, but my earlier memory of becoming aware of my atheism was actually in nursery. I was sent to a small, catholic nursery that wasn't too heavy on the Bible-bashing but would still sit us around in circles and sing all kinds of catholic carols. I remember one day they sat us all down and told us about Jesus and "all the wonderful things he did", and I remember listening to it all, completely entranced by what they were saying.
That evening when I got home, I walked up to mum and asked her "Mum, do we believe in Jesus?". To which she simply responded "No". I distinctly then remember saying "Good" with a genuine degree of relief.
Seriously though, my parents were very open about beliefs and basically let me and my brothers choose for ourselves what we wanted to believe. Having Religious Education lessons in the UK helped a lot as well, but my earlier memory of becoming aware of my atheism was actually in nursery. I was sent to a small, catholic nursery that wasn't too heavy on the Bible-bashing but would still sit us around in circles and sing all kinds of catholic carols. I remember one day they sat us all down and told us about Jesus and "all the wonderful things he did", and I remember listening to it all, completely entranced by what they were saying.
That evening when I got home, I walked up to mum and asked her "Mum, do we believe in Jesus?". To which she simply responded "No". I distinctly then remember saying "Good" with a genuine degree of relief.