I don’t remember the exact moment I became an atheist (I think it was more of a slow draining away, but I remember why.
My parents were “born again” when I was five years old. They quickly became zealots. They used our house for church gatherings and backyard bible study.
(Via yunshui) My parents were, and still are, fervent Baptists, and so I was raised in the Church from birth. I was something of a sceptic as a child (my mother still recounts how, aged 3, I announced that I no longer believed in Father Christmas because, “there are too many children for him to visit [...]
(Via Cassandra) I would like to share a bit about myself. I was raised to believe. We attended church, but it was sporadic. My father was a Vietnam veteran with dependency problems. He was a drug addict and alcoholic. As children, we were exposed to, and even allowed to use drugs and alcohol by our [...]