I was raised in a Christian family, but from as far back as I can remember, I couldn't understand how anyone could believe in any of it. I remember being in Sunday school when I was a little little girl, drilling my Sunday school teacher on dinosaurs and creation and all of that, because I just couldn't believe it. I got kicked out of confirmation classes when I was I think 12 for telling the pastor that I didn't believe in a god, and my mother just found me another church to confirm me at. When I was 14, I moved in with my Catholic stepmom and my father. They let me be who I am, and it was a big weight off my shoulders. It wasn't until I was grown and out of the house that I felt comfortable using the dreaded "A" word, even though I've been an atheist all along. As the years have gone on though, I am a much happier person now that I am able to just say who I am and have always been.
at 11:17 PM on Jul. 6, 2008