Both parents were non practicing Catholics. They sent me to Catholic school for 12 years because there were many problems with the public schools in NY. But, they always were against vouchers even though they were paying tuition. I became an atheist around 13 and my parents and two younger sisters followed.

I went to Catholic school until 5th grade, when I was kicked out. My parents explained it years later. Neither had faith but they saw how much easier their friends and family took terrible news with the belief there was a plan of some sort. So they did it looking out for me (in their own, misguided way), and i have no resentments about it.
I was an altar boy until 4th grade, when I convinced a couple friends, also ABs, to beg for hot dogs and baked beans for dinner the night before a school mass we were all covering. The horror on the faces of the Faculty in the front two rows was well worth missing out on the yearly field trip to the amusement park.
I had already brought attention to myself with questions about the bible. I remember asking why god didn't ask Mary if she wanted to have a baby and wasn't that rape?
Note to those who don't know: do NOT bring up consent while discussing Mary with a person that can assign you detentions.

We mostly went to Hell-Fire and Brimstone Baptist churches. Ironically, had I not been raised to take the Bible literally, and to see it as infallible, I might not have felt such a need to investigate why I believed what I did. The doctrine of Hell always bothered me as well as how the vengeful and jealous god of the "old testament" seemed so different from the "loving" god of the "new."

Well, first I was a Baptist; but on weekends my mom visited her parents in the Smokey Mountains where we went to her parent's church, which was really weird bordering on snakes and Pentecostal. Then she switched to Methodist, which I loved,until my grandfather (her dad) rammed a parked car while drunk and was ordered to spend time in jail for drunk driving, so she dragged me to another Baptist church, the biggest in town. It was there, at 9 that I was told that I was to be baptized that Sunday. I never got to say whether I believed anything, but I think I believed some. At 13, we were Presbyterian and believed in predestination - something that made no sense to me. I finally returned to the Methodists at 15, after reading the autobiography of John Wesley. Singing was a big part of my life, so were civil rights, so I could identify with Wesley. My first marriage converted me to Catholicism; upon our divorce two years later, I got a divorce from the Pope and a Papal pardon under the Pauline Privilege; however, my husband did not. Once divorced, I then returned to Methodism, and have been a Methodist ever since. Throughout all this, my father was an Atheist and wouldn't go to church until after my mother's death. He became a Christian at 70. Hed been severely abused by his father as a child and experienced much trauma in WWII. He was one of the soldiers who liberated Dachau. Some of his family had been sent to a concentration camp for helping the Jews. So, I'd say he had a lot of turmoil and reasons for being so against the Christian church. My estranged sister is an Atheist but hides it and does the Christian talk when around certain people. I haven't see her in over 4 yrs - not because she's an Atheisy, but because she has Narcissistic Personality Disorder and is a pathological liar and a gossip.

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I'm a Southern Baptist PK (preacher's kid). My mom was raised Presbyterian. I was raised as a 'liberal' Southern Baptist; taught to love sciences and make decisions based on facts and experiences. In other words, not in the typical Southern Baptist tradition.

Baptized as an infant as Roman Catholic. Mother converted from Baptist to Catholicism after marrying my father. He was raised Catholic, but as far as I could was non-practicing probably as soon as he left for college. Attended Catholic schools from 4th gr through high school. First three years in a school for military kids in Germany. I went through First Communion in 2nd gr, but really don't remember ever attending Mass during this time. Must have though and probably attended religious study classes too. My parents rarely attended Mass. As a family, only attended on Easter and Christmas Eve midnight Mass.
Once I started first yr college, stopped going at all.

I was raised and confirmed in a Lutheran church. That is all I know, never bothered to know what denomination.

My father's family has been secular for a couple of generations. My mom was Presbyterian, but if she chose to continue to believe after marrying into the family she never spoke about it.

My mom was raised Mormon and converted my father about 7 years ago. Now here I am, the first atheist of the immediate family.

Raised Roman Catholic. Both parents Roman Catholic. Mostly recovered!

I grew up Roman Catholic.
Baptized at 2 months and left at 18 1/2 yo.

My mother was raised as a catholic. We were raised Lutheran, which was what my father was raised as.

I was raised Lutheran Missouri Synod. I also earned my first college degree at one of their Universities.

I was raised Lutheran. My dads family all went to the same little church and I had to go when I was little. After my parents divorced I only had to go on the weekends I was with my dad because my mom was Christian but disagreed with how churches tell you how to live. I questioned things at church from a young age but continued to go until my early 20s due to liking the feeling of community and family pressure to raise my son as a good Christian. We’re both atheists now.

Raised as a Presbyterian. Mother was pious, raised Presbyterian. Father is an ordained Presbyterian minister, now retired; he wasn't raised in the faith as his father was some form of agnostic and his mother didn't emphasize the church. Dad became a believer in college - and that's the lifestage when I left Christianity.

Church of Christ, went with my Grandmother

Modern Orthodox and Conservative Judaism

I went to a catholic grade school for eight years followed by four years at a catholic high school. Both of my parents were roman catholic coming from a predominantly catholic country.

Both of my parents were Methodists and I was raised in the Methodist church.

I was raised in the Mormon Church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints). I had doubts and disliked it for as long as i could remember, but felt I had no choice. One of my older brothers tried to stay home every few weeks and my dad would go in and close the door. I never saw what happened, but the action usually caused me to hear furniture moving across the hard wood floors. So, rather than go through that I just endured going to church.

Ironically, the same older brother who didn't want to go to church as a child i snow a devout Mormon. When it came down to it, he has a great need to feel accepted, and I think that is why he stayed while I left.

Out of six kids, my beign the youngest, three are still Mormon.

None, I'm lucky.