I was raised in a predominantly Catholic family. Predominantly as in most of them took their faith seriously, while a few regarded their theism as something natural that doesn’t warrant a lot of thought.
I was between 8-10 years old when I first came out of church – in those days I used to go by myself, as it was mandatory to attend mass after Sunday school (yeah, I was in pretty deep) – and thought to myself, “Geez, this. Is. Boring. I don’t feel like doing this anymore.” Then I thought, “Wait, why am I doing this again?”. Then I immediately made a basic yet significant mental argument – invisible man in the sky that has no observable role in my life = kind of dumb.
It really only took me this long because such an idea had never presented itself to me before from an outside source, but nevertheless, here I am. And I couldn’t be prouder.