Might it? Do you consider brainwashing infants and toddlers a good thing?

Had my 'mother' try to hammer into me her God beliefs, beliefs that were somewhat brought out ONLY when she needed to use them or suited her best btw, she forced me to attend Sunday School, even though she very rarely attended church herself and ONLY when and IF she thought it was necessary to 'keep up appearances.'
But my Dad taught me to ask questions about the things I didn't understand and as such I got expelled from EVERY Sunday School held by every form of Christianity that was around the town.
My Dad was proud of my expulsions, so proud that he kept a folder containing EVERY Expulsion letter and requested that they be buried with him ( which I made sure they were).
Even at both Primary and Secondary School I managed to get myself marked as " Unwanted at Scripture Lessons" ( which were at the time Compulsory) and as such spent many a wonderful hour reading books in the School Library.
At first, I was the only student on the " Unwanted List" but eventually the list grew to having 20 regular 'members' all gathered together in the library once ever week, though time amd years have since intervened, we still manage to occasionally keep in touch and reminisce over those wonderful times when we were left to learn about reality rather than religion.

I always wonder what it would be like for me to Have been taught like alot of kids are taught nowadays about god and religion. They are simply just taught about the different flavors of religions, not that it's true or false, but how to think about what's true. 40 years ago in Hamilton, AL, you went to church from birth. You was forced to sit there and learn about God, Jesus, and the bible as it was irrefutable fact about how the earth and everything was formed, and how to live your life as a good Christian boy. You got the deacons and elders, and even the preacher have a smoke in between bible class and service. Then the preacher would sometimes preach about people's body being a temple, and you shouldn't defile it. Then during the week, you would see some of the members who bought and sold cars, try to screw each other out of money. Then others would drink most of the week, others would curse every other word, others would lie every word just to see if you'd believe it and laugh at you if you did, one deacon even did cocaine some. One preacher would smoke weed everyday, and he would go to my dad's store and him and his wife would use the church's charge account and fill their cars up, the elders and deacons did that too. Afew boys older than me was a foul mouth bully piece of shits, but since their parents were rich and deep into the church, it was ok. So when I got old enough to take my beating for not going to church, I quit going. That's how I learned about god, and how much people manipulates him, and use him as a front to make themselves look and feel superior.

I didn't have one single religious person in my life growing up in deeply heathen Lancashire. I went to ostensibly Church of England schools where we sung Beatles songs. It was all very low key. No fire n brimston. To be honest it was all a bit disappointing. I have no hellish history of being forced into any religious point of view. The only thing I had to be utterly silent for was the footie scores. No one cared about people being gay or living together and no being married. The only thing my Dad cared about was us getting on the housing ladder (I had a mortgage at 19) and having a good career. I never discussed religion with my parents, who would have probably laughed if I had. My Mum once told me I had never believed in Father Christmas (she was right) and I have never believed in god. When I told my RE teacher that he said, 'oh cool at least you've given it some thought'.
Being on this site makes me feel a bit guilty. There are deeply religious people in UK...just not very many or very loud.

lol when my parents tried to force me as a child to believe in a god. they finally stopped takign me to church cuz i was always asking them questions, like prove it.

For some reason it was when I lived with my JW grandparents. They did not attend meetings but I found that often I'm hearing of god on the radio or looking at the book of Revelation. It was no surprise when later I was led into Pentecostalism with mom and my step dad.

I guess Sunday School. My parents were/are religious but other than going to church and having to recite the lord's prayer before bed we were never THAT religious at home. I know kids in more recent years who are religious/believe in a god (or at least go to a church/religious function of some kind) though their parents aren't. Religious functions can offer kids/young people opportunities to socialize. They go often to fit in. I don't know if they actually believe in a god/gods but that's not the point.

From birth with an Italian-Irish family. Then there was 12 years of Catholic school to really help set things in.

Sunday school. My mother made me go, but only because she thought that at some point I could decide for myself. Which I did after finishing Sunday School and Bible School and going to church a few times. But a few years later, around age 12 or so, I was looking through my dad's bookshelf for something to read (I'm an avid, lifelong reader), and I happened upon something called "The Hunter's Bible." WTF!? I was totally confused. I saw that it was a catalog of books relating to hunting. This led me to Webster's, on another shelf, to look up the word "Bible." The definition was "Bible: A book of books." And whatever scales remained slipped from my eyes, and I understood at last!

When some guy overtook me on the M25 in a fiery chariot with the registration EZ1 4-28

Indoctrinated by birth, awaken at early teen years by a Bertrand Russell book. The rest is history.

My grandparents introduced me to religion when I was five.

I consider myself fairly lucky. With a Presbyterian mother and Catholic father who decided that religion would not be a topic of discussion or argument in our house while I and my younger brother were growing up. As a result other than a before bed prayer to a nondescript omnipotent being that created everything faith wasn't a big thing in my life until around five years old when my mother decider brother and I needed some religion in our lives. As a result we became members of a local Presbyterian church and got to attend Sunday school and vacation bible school in the summer though even by that age I was a bit skeptical over things like how someone who's mother loved them would cast them adrift among the reeds of the Nile and more that one of the articles of the faith that were being heaped on me. I had already gotten the being good is better than being bad thing down (as well as seeing that there was too much "do as I say, not as I do" in what they were trying to teach me so I never developed the unshakable irrational faith so many around us hold today. Something I thank my parents for to this day, though they might not think it was right in hindsight.

Which one? My dad was a convert to Catholicism. He sent us to Catholic school (until we moved to a place where there was to religious schools.

At home. The Jewish version from my mother, The Norse version from my father. Always like Odin better than Yahweh.

I was 38 months young when the devil tried to convince of something evil and god's son showed up and casted a spell on the devil and the devil was be gone... after that god's son used to talk to me about his father.

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i don't know. i was not raised in a religious household, nor did i go to a religious school or hang out with religious people -- and if i had, they would not have been christian at any rate, as i was raised as a secular jew. exceptions: two friends, different ages, different areas, different time periods, told me they couldn't be my friend anymore because i was jewish. so their parents, at least, were religious christians.

i must have heard god mentioned on tv or read a mention in a book (probably many books), but the book wouldn't have been a bible. i never knew whether my parents even believed in a god until i was an adult living three thousand miles away from them and happened to mention to someone that i was an atheist, at which point the other party asked me whether my folks were atheists too. i said i didn't know. i called them long distance to ask them and they couldn't figure out why i would spend the money to ask such a silly question, but at last my mother admitted that she wasn't sure but thought she did believe in god, and my father said he wasn't sure but thought he didn't. so... i really have no clue where i first learned about god, or what it was i learned for that matter.

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Religion was forced on me and my siblings from birth. We were drug to church every time the doors were open. It stuck with my brother (older) and sister (younger). Sometimes during my teen years I decided to become a heathen.

A mix of grandparents and family. Always seemed so pushed to me.

My parents and grandparents were I learned about god. I wish so gullible back then and followed my own path.