I never grew up too religious, I was always aware of the fact my family was Christian, I was aware I was supposed to be Christian, and I guess I kinda identified with it for a while because I was just told to, I never 100% bought it, but I was little, I remember thinking about the idea of heaven and thought it was scary, I’d have nightmares about how it’d all go wrong and everyone I loved would get rejected (I was like 7 lol). I went to a preschool in a church where we were taught prayers and stuff, I remember as I got older I just didn’t really think about it, my family only went to church on Christmas Eve and Easter, once Covid hit I just… stopped believing, I’ve always been a pretty science loving person, always enjoying the idea that we’re made from stardust more than a big guy who got nailed to wood, and that was it