All this talk of religion makes me remember when I used to go to church. My mom was very Catholic, and she sort of expected her children to follow her lead. My dad didn't (and still doesn't) care either way on religion. He believes in a god, but he doesn't usually pray or go to church or anything. Anyhow, I went to a nearby Catholic church until I was about 7 or 8. I always got extremely bored sitting in the pews during mass, and I absolutely hated having to sit still and quietly on the weekends, a time for fun. My mom dragged us around to all the various church social functions, but I never really got into it. The kicker came during Sunday School, though. The teachers there didn't teach me anything I thought was worth knowing. They told me such things as the tale of Noah's Ark, and how the world flooded. They couldn't answer any of the questions I had about it, such as why anyone would want to flood an entire planet, how it could even rain for that long, or how the total amount of water on the Earth increased, even though the stuff I learned about the water cycle just last week told me that that was impossible. Not only could I not get physical answers, I couldn't get moral answers. I just saw the whole thing as a huge waste of time for something I found meaningless. I stopped going to church, and my mother wasn't very happy with me. Luckily she came around after I explained why I 'forsook the faith', being the only person I have ever convinced of my position being acceptable, barring a couple friends. (My home town is incredibly religious. If you're not Catholic, Mormon, Other Christian Sect, or Jewish, you're an immoral vagrant.)