My parents made us go to church but never pushed religion. I loved to read, especially the mythologies of Greece, Scandinavia, Rome, etc. After going through all the mythology I could find, I decided to read through the entire bible, and quickly recognized it as another mythology. I was in the fifth grade at the time. As I've said before, Santa Claus made more sense, and when I found out that HE wasn't real, there was no hope for getting me to believe in another mythical being that made less sense! In my parent's household, the rule was that you attended church until you were 11, then you made up your own mind to go or not. My mother's frequent admonition was that she did not care whether we believed or not, she just wanted us be knowledgeable about what we did or did not believe in. This was remarkably open minded for an African American family in the early 60s.