Mother tried to raise me a Catholic, father never cared. I never understood the point of religion - when I was 10 or 11 I asked my grandmother if the priest is actually believing what he is saying up there and if he's really praying when no one can hear him because, well, no one can hear him. Broke that poor woman's heart - and since a got a good share of religious pricks who were pricks about being religious during my school years, I pretty much became an Agnostic the moment I actually started thinking about stuff like this. Let's say 14/15 something like that.
Over the years that changed towards Atheism.
There. Boring story and probably shared with a load of people on here.
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Oh yeah, funnily enough, the first person who made me formulate an actual opinion on this matter was my religion teacher in 9th or 8th grade. Cool, open minded guy, helped me a lot with not losing all hope in humanity.
Over the years that changed towards Atheism.
There. Boring story and probably shared with a load of people on here.
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Oh yeah, funnily enough, the first person who made me formulate an actual opinion on this matter was my religion teacher in 9th or 8th grade. Cool, open minded guy, helped me a lot with not losing all hope in humanity.