This is the story of how I became an atheist. I was born in 1973 in Lisbon-Portugal, son of an atheist father and a catholic mother. My parents separated before I was one year old (not my fault :). My father left home and my baptism was delayed as my mother expected my father to come back –I guess with God’s help. When I was 5, maybe 6 years old, my mother was tired of waiting and accepted the fact the my father was now living with another woman, and that he was a good “weekend father” to me and my older sister and brother. She decided then to baptize me. Took me to the local priest and to her surprise he refused. He told her: “Your son is too old now, he must learn the teachings of Christ first… catechism first, baptism later”. I think that must have been God’s intervention, because I went to catechism and to this day, I still remember the moment I became an atheist. While showing me beautiful drawings on a book during my first lesson, the teacher told me “God created everything, the sun, the sea, the trees, the birds… everything!” and I asked “What about cockroaches? Did He created cockroaches? I don’t like them.” And I still recall her embarrassed facial expression and silence. A six year old knows when something’s not right.