Yay, religious life story time. I am an atheist. To be more specific, agnostic atheist, like the majorities of atheists out there. Also, just a fyi, being agnostic atheist doesn't mean you sit on the fence. It means that you do not believe in God but acknowledge the fact that a creator is a possibility. In terms of belief there is no "I don't know" You either believe or you do not. If you believe in a creator but acknowledge that he/she/it may not exist, then you are an agnostic thiest. Teapot in space and stuff, you know? If you don't know look up Russell's teapot. As a child I was raised as a christian. My uncle is a pastor, and my family was involved with the church a lot when I was younger. I went to church every week with my family, and went to sunday school sunday morning. Went to bible study every wednesday for a couple years. When I was young I didn't think much of religion, God was the creator and there was a heaven and hell. I didn't question it because I was raised as to that being how things were. I cannot blame my parents for not giving me a choice because if I honestly did believe in a religion where we could be condemned for an eternity if we did not worship a deity, I would introduce my children into it so I could get the best for them. Sometime during my middle school years I started to question religion. This seems about right because based on the psychology classes I took in college, a human's brain starts to get a firm grasp on abstract thought around the age of 12. I remember thinking things like "If God wants the best for us, why would be condemn us to hell?" The answer I got from my family is that he doesn't want us to go to hell, but satan does. I'll spare the details, but this whole thing eventually led me to start comparing God to a santa claus for adults. It all felt like something invented by a man a long time ago to keep society in check. Just how santa claus was invented by our parents to ensure we didn't get into too much trouble. I kept these feelings to myself for a while because of my family. However as they years went on, I just got more mad every time I went to church. As I learned more about science, the more silly religion came to be. I eventually started to refuse to go to church. My mom asked me why and I told her "I just cannot bring myself to believe in God." She was shocked and mad for like a second, but didn't really say much after I gave her my reasons. Of course my uncle called me, trying to get me on their side, but the conversation ended with him just saying something along the lines of "You just have to find your own path. Hopefully it will end with God." I also haven't had a mentor in my life since I was a little child, so I have been mostly on my own for a while. Because of this I would really like to believe in some sort of religion, I want the comfort in knowing that there is someone always watching me and someone that I can turn to when my chips are down. The idea that there is nothing after death isn't comforting either. However, I cannot blindly believe in something that has no evidence of its existence and is essentially based off a book that is basically documented hearsay. And that is all I really have to say about religion. I don't hate it, I just don't believe in it.