It all begin when I was about three years of age. This was one of my most earliest memories. I was sitting on my mother's lap. We were watching a TV, housed within the projects of New York. The MAN on TV was spitting out the normal convert to MY religion spiel. That's when my mother asked me, "do you love Jesus?" From than on, even earlier, I was put through the ringer with Christian dogmatism, and my mother's own version of reality. This included reading the Bible every day, going to Church twice weekly, and memorizing and reciting scriptures. This went on for 16 years. Till I hap to find my way into the religious and science sections of the Library; to come across books like "The God Delusion", "Breaking the Spell," and "The History of God." I still visit the library to this day, but get the most of my information from pondering.