I was forced to go until I finished confirmation classes. If I hadn't gone to church so much, I might still consider myself a Christian, but I'd had enough of church by the time I was confirmed, and had time and resources to give some serious thought about all the stuff that was wrong with Christianity. I always thought that church was boring though, so I never gave religion any serious thought.

Church attendance in the UK has been in steep decline for many decades; between 1980 (when I was a child) and 2015 (when I reached middle age) it dropped from 11.8% to 5%. Nevertheless, where I grew up attendance was still considered an important part of village life so the majority of the other kids did attend - I was fortunate in that my parents were agnostic and, being from a non-Christian background, we wouldn't haven attended anyway.

In those days it was law that all children received some religious instruction every day at school, which back then meant Christian instruction - this would be a half-hour assembly each morning, featuring hymns and a Bible reading. To be honest, I didn't mind it: some of the Bible stories were kind of fun and I liked the hymns that had good tunes (plus I was absolutely fascinated by the overhead projector used to project the words onto the wall - it seemed pretty high tech in the late 1970s, and quite often it'd overheat and fill the hall with interesting burning smells). However, from the age of four when I was first exposed to religion, never for one moment did I think that any of it was true - I'd seen dinosaurs in books and knew they lived much, much longer ago than the Bible said the Creation happened, squeezing two of every animal into a boat seemed highly unlikely and as for the whole heaven and hell thing - well, that just seemed ridiculous. I was very surprised when I found out some people actually did believe it all.

Seemed some wierdo preacher would move in nextdoor and pretty soon my mom was shipping us off to church every Sunday on a bus. This happened several times and from as far back as I can remember and to this day, when I am in a church, I get a horrible sensation from all of the members captivation at the f'n bullshit being spewed out.

When I was 7, my mother became a J Witness. Soon after, my parents divorced, (that wasn't the only reason). We were not a religious family, I had never been in a church except when my oldest brother got married.My mother used to threaten to with hold things from us if we didn't go with her. I never wanted to, but did briefly.Soon, I decided that she could do what she wanted, I wasn't going.I have never had any belief in any God.

I was never forced, I just never thought it made any sense

See my answer to the 1st time you posted this.