I was taken to church, southern Baptist if you were wondering, every time the doors were open. My Granny loved church and I loved it too. I loved the music (still love southern gospel), I loved the people, and I loved learning. My Sunday school teachers use to get a kick out of me asking the most random questions and more often than not they didn't know the answer. I would ask how dinosaurs could come first if the bible said people came first and Mrs. M would just laugh and say she didn't know. (this was long before it was vogue to talk about creationism vs evolution).
One day around the time I was fifteen or sixteen our new pastor wanted me to pray aloud for the Sunday school class. I politely declined because I had never been comfortable praying in public. Heck, I don't like talking in public period. But more than that I figured what I had to say to God was private and I didn't want to put on a dog and pony show for anyone else. So, I said no. Then he and the entire class began to tell me that if I denied Jesus then when I died Jesus would deny me. Well! I didn't say anything at the time to defend myself (for example, I wasn't denying Jesus AND Jesus also said to pray in private and not to do it to look good for other people) but I walked out of class and left the church. That was pretty the straw for my little back. There had been other things but that was the last thing. Ever since then I have been exploring other religions in depth. Prior to that I was looking into other beliefs but if I asked questions most people (here in the Bible belt) told me those other beliefs didn't matter and that they were the work of the devil. Ahh, living in a small town.
Thus, I lost my religion.
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