Originally posted by FreakyKBH
Name one.
I would also like to name myself.
The first 12 years of my life went something like this:
I was born to my parents who were both in a Christian (Pentacostal, for those who care) church. I left the hospital as an infant, and the next day I was at the weekly Wednesday night service. From there I attended every regular service; Sunday mornings, Sunday nights, and Wednesday evenings, as well as bible study meetings every second Friday night, outreaches (yeah, we went around cramming Jesus down people's throats at the local mall) on Saturday mornings, additional youth groups, prayer meetings, church camps, fellowship conferences where I'd skip school to attend two daytime services and a night time meeting every day for a week, plus additional Saturday night meetings when a guest preacher would visit (about once a month).
ALL of my friends were from church. I never had TV, and never listened to secular music. I never had friends through primary school because they were all dirty sinners who believed in Santa Claus. You know Rod and Tod from The Simpsons? That was me, 'cept I didn't know about The Simpsons because TV is Satan.
My parents divorced because my dad got kicked out of the church when he found a scripture (Deut 14:12) that went against the tithing teachings of the church and decided to question my pastor, yet I stayed with my mother, in church, because Jesus wanted me to... all the while praying for the soul of my "evil backslider" of a father.
Long story short, I did more than "try" Christianity. If anything, it was driven into me to the point where there was no separation between myself and the church. Finally, during/after puberty, I chose to break away from the mental prison that is the dogmatic Christian faith.
Need I say more?