I was born without the god gene. You take it from there.

Six years old. I couldn't figure out how a jolly fat guy in a red suit was going to fit down an exhaust pipe 3 inches around. The rest sort of snowballed.

I only remember having skepticism

I am so envious of anyone who was raised within mainstream religion and yet can truthfully claim they figured this out before age 18 or so. I wasn't able to allow myself to entertain the possibility until my 30s. And then only because my life continued to unravel despite believing / thinking / doing all the "right" things.

Before I questioned the existence of God, I questioned whether he was righteous. I remember getting in trouble for arguing with the Sister at our church that Judas was the real hero of the Jesus story.

I was thirty something, and my friend asked me if I believed in god. I said yes but not the god of the Bible. It wasn't a very long conversation, but it planted a seed and I took it from there. It may have been easier for me to give up the belief because I wasn't raised in religion. My family didn't go to Church, or pray for anything that I remember. The only time I went to Church was when I spent the night with family or friends, so my Church experience was limited, and I never heard or read about being born in sin, or that I could go to hell for any reason, so I didn't have any of the usual fears when I gave up the belief. The only belief that I didn't want to give up was life after death. THAT one was hard!

I'd say around 15ish 16ish

When I split from home in 1977 shortly after turning 16, I went to stay at a commune where, on the first night, it was brought to my attention how King James edited the Bible to conform society to his will. His way of editing was to incinerate the parts he disagreed with and rewrite the parts he found useful in such a way that appeared patriarchal. When I thought about it, I realized that there's no way anyone will ever know what was in this religious book because it was thrown in the fire. This was the beginning of the end of my upbringing as a Christian.

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I think around age 7, when you find out that Santa Claus nd the Easter Bunny isn't real,is when i started to doubt the other fantastic stories my parents were telling me.

However, they were my parents, so I wanted to try to believe what they did.

In high school we were studying Greek mythology about the same tiem that in church we were reading the old testament. It became pretty obvious (to me anyway) that the stories in the old testament were just myths too.

About 10 years of age

I had religion forced down my throat, ultra religious family, never skeptical just never believed from as far back as I can remember. Always seemed so stupid - and the older I get the more comfortable I am with that view

Around 9 or 10

I believe it was 16 or 17 when I was asking my youth pastor about noahs ark and rainbows andhow there had to be prisums of light before there had to be rain before and sometimes you see them at waterfalls- what made this one different

As early as I can remember.

When I was a kid we would go on vacation to the mountains of Northern Georgia where my dad was raised. Hardcore Southern Presbyterian. We never went to church all year long until we would go there for vacation every year. Then all of a sudden, we're supposed to go to this church where we would be screamed at that we were all Sinners and going to hell. I remember sitting there is a little kid thinking that the only thing I have done wrong was not eat my peas. One year we went down there and I had had enough I was probably about 10. Well everybody started getting ready for church, I ran up the side of the mountain and sat down. I could see them through the trees but they couldn't see me. They yelled for me, honk the car horn yelled again. I just stayed where I was. My dad actually stuck up for me, which was a surprise. My aunt wanted to find me, and my dad told her to go to church and leave me alone. She left, dropped everyone off and came back and I was still on the side of the mountain waiting to see what was going to happen. My dad actually got mad at her and yelled at her told her to go to church. I waited a while after she left that time and then I came down. I never had to go to church again. It just seems ridiculous even to me as a little kid that no matter what we did we were all going to be going to the fires of hell. BS if you ask me

Early teens, maybe the 8th or 9th grade ... then doubled down on Christianity, and finally came out of it in my 40s.

As a young teen, when listening to a prayer regarding the terminal illness of a member of the congregation, the elder 'hedged his bet' by asking the Lord to heal the sick man--who had recently undergone an ordinance of anointing with oil by the church elders--but he also offered, 'if it be thy will,' to call him into the kingdom (or some such words) 'thy will be done.' This illogical no-lose paradox for God caused me to doubt.

Maybe 6?

I remember really reflected on it at 10. I came out as agnostic/Atheist at 12.

I was 9 when I found out about the solar system and the universe. The star chart did not show heaven anywhere. That was a pretty big clue that Bible School had it wrong.

About 13.

For as long as I can remember I have never had a "Faith"...never needed one...If you cannot believe in yourself and question the religion thing others are trying to tell you that you know to your very core are absolute bollocks, I have read better fantasy books...because at least they say that its a work of fiction...lol

I think I was 6 or 7, but didn't know I could claim agnostic until I was 12/13. And I used agnostic only because I was afraid to tell my family that I was certain there were no imaginary beings like gods