Now I started by going with an older couple around the 5-6. We moved and stopped till my brother found a Pentecostal girl he liked. We started going on the bus to that my age was 8-9. I thought I believed in god.... (mind you my parents never went,never!)I had cut my hair one day and oh no was wearing shorts. There was a youth group and a huge stage. It had instruments and a pair of microphones. I asked to go up and sing.... you know I was told "No, that I want not dressed properly for "god"." I left in a fit of rage and sadness. I went home and told my mother. She always encouraged all 4 of us kids to question everything and find out the meaning of things. She told me what ever I wanted to believe she would stand behind me. So I started doing research and realized I didn't believe in God at all I didn't believe in any of it. The moral of the story is stand behind your child. they're young and trying to understand the world and you as a parent must let them know that you will always be there for them no matter what they believe in, she may change her mind the older she gets.

I raised my three children to be curious, and to be critical thinkers. I offered them my opinion on religion and gods, and explained other religions to them. I introduced them to Greek, Roman, and Norsk gods, and proffered that in most ancient cultures the gods and goddesses were created to answer questions we now turn to science to explain. They quickly and easily decided that gods were no longer necessary in our enlightened and scientific societies.

Children, however, will continue to be conditioned (brainwashed) by parents who grew up with whatever religion their own parents taught them. I broke the tradition, as I did not want my children crippled by a faith that had no useful reason to exist. My children are wonderful, moral, ethical, intelligent, cultured, educated, happy, and fun people, so the lack of a religious up-bringing was NOT detrimental - quite the contrary!