I was 6, 8 years old when I started asking myself questions about religion, but only around the age of 14 did I came out of the "closet" in regards to being an atheist to my family. Some of them took me seriously, some didn't.

But one of the questions that I first had was about adultery.

I pretended my little pink baby Bible was a spell book before I could read... so...

I was still fetal at the time

I don't know if I can pinpoint a specific age at which it occured to me but I do know that at a young age that I made the distinction between praying about something and taking action to change or actually help with a problem. It never made sense to me why we would just ask a guy in the sky to help people when if we actually cared we would do it ourselves, that's why religion to me has always been fake and a really weak excuse people put in place to justify their inaction towards the problems of others and the world in general, God is the easiest scapegoat to blame for you not actually caring about Shit.

I was sent to Sunday school a lot of weekends, but I was taken by different people, belonging to different denominations of christianity. Somewhere, I learned that people died, were buried, and would be risen with the 2nd coming of christ. So, yeah, deaths were a confusing affair, since everyone was always going on about the dead person being in heaven now. It seemed the adults were consoling themselves with a convenient lie.

I had have been between 10-11. I got ridiculed for the question by my mom.

my mother was not religious so i didn't have to deal with it at home, but i was sent to Catholic school from kindergarten to 8th grade. So for me it was when i was 8 yrs old i started questioning and around 10 yrs old i was bold asking "is there a god?" at school they didn't like that to much. ???

I was probably around 10. I had to do the every other weekend thing with my dad and stepmother and we always went to church on Sunday. I would watch how different she acted around the church people and compare it to the complete witch she would be otherwise and I started thinking what a hypocrite she was. It was the very first nail in the coffin of religion for me.

I never did. I just thought I was missing something that everyone else "got"...until I realized the reverse was true. Don't remember how old I was when that finally crystalized for me.

The way I was raised (even with Catholic school!!), religion was pretty well sepearate from "the rest of life".

Probably around 5 when Catholic mass and Sunday school became obligatory. My brother and I didn’t buy the ridiculous bible stories, nor the rituals. We often said we needed to go to the bathroom to duck out until it ended.

As a kid I was asked to leave many a time, and my parents were asked not to bring me back because I asked questions. I was a kid that wanted to know and these people were so indoctrinated that they had no answers. Was I bad for asking a question they could not answer or were they to blame for not being able to answer it?

Richard Dawkins calls religion child abuse.

That's a very pertinent question!!

My example is a little dark. It was when I was a teenager and discovered that married senior members of the church were having affairs with girls my age.

I'm deliberately using the plural because this happened more than once.