Most of what I learnt of their religion came from my grandmother’s generation and RE at school. My parents are both very apathetic to religion.
It never really made sense to me. As I grew older, my parents continued to reassure me that there is no such thing as magic and encouraged rational thinking. And here I was in RE class, learning about these miracle people that all seemed to be exceptions to the rules. There's even a man that comes back from the dead and that just seemed illogical. (My pet quail didn't come back to life after being slaughtered by rats

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As I progressed in school, RE and the older members of my family were being contradicted more and more often by simple things I learnt in other classes. By the time I was 9, I had unceremoniously dumped religion into the same pile as witches, fairies and Santa Clause and had started getting into the natural sciences.
When I was 13, I decided that perhaps I had been a bit harsh, and started looking a little more into religion again. I read the NT and parts of the OT and found myself unconvinced. To belive in what I had read would require huge leaps of imagination and faith that I didn’t have in me.
I didn’t bother looking into very many other religions after that (I read a bit into Buddhism, and that was it) So many different groups and fractions claiming they were right. And all requiring that I put part of logic and rationality behind me. So back in with Santa they all went.
Ever since then, I have been more and more convinced that there is no such thing as a higher power, and that the world can run without one.