It all started when I was born.
Back in the days (in the 70’s) it was quite standard that you would be baptised and such in the same faith as your family.
My parents decided they wanted to raise their baby girl in a secular way, so that when she was old enough she could choose her own faith without being burdened with one stamped on her when she was just a baby.
The rest of the family wasn’t really happy about this, but my parents didn’t baptise me anyway.
The next step was to find a secular school for me to go to. This was hard. There wasn’t even a secular kindergarten nearby so i went to a catholic one.
My parents weren’t very happy about this, and as the number of secular and religious schools depended on how many people were registered in the church, they un-registered themselves.
When I was five, I entered one of the 3 secular public schools the town had, and at the age of 8 we moved and I went to another one that wasn’t too far away.
So school also never indoctrinated me with a faith.
At home I did have a children’s book of biblical stories.
I loved it and read it a lot. The stories were nice and the book also had a lot of pretty pictures.
I also read the fairytales of Grimm and Anderson and all those nice stories had so many moral lessons you could learn from them.
My mother told me about different religions all over the world and tried to explain as good as she could how that all worked.
The only reason i regretted not having a religion when i was a kid, was because i didn’t get to do my communion. Not for the religious thing, but every child that did their communion got a big party, and as a non religious girl, i obviously didn’t get one.
It was forgotten soon though when I had another birthday.
I’m still very thankfull to my parents that they didn’t push me in a religious corner even though did got quite a bit of pressure from the rest of the family.