I may have told this story here before, but when I was about 10 or so, I was kicked out of Sunday school for the only time I ever attended. When the instructor asked if anyone had any questions, I raised my hand. The story of “Noah’s Ark” was new to me, so I had PLENTY of questions, and she rebuffed all of them before kicking me out of the room.
When my mother asked what happened, I told her what happened. She’d always told me to ask if I didn’t know something, so when I explained the experience, I figured I wouldn’t be in outright trouble, but I was worried how she might respond.
What she said was: “Do you want to get ice cream?”
And that’s when I knew that if I was going to find some kind of faith, or religion, or spirituality, it was going to be up to me. So since what I’d been exposed to wasn’t going to work, as an adult, I’ve created my own.