As a child, I attended a Methodist church with my mother and younger brother, but we weren't heavily into it, and our attendance was irregular and eventually petered out. When I was in about eighth or ninth grade, I became more interested, I felt my faith in Christianity was unshakeable, and I asked my mom for a bible. A few years later, I realized that I no longer believed; it was somewhat devastating at the time. For the next four or five years after that I considered myself agnostic, but I eventually became more comfortable with the idea of being an atheist. Now, almost forty years later, I'm completely confident and happy with it.