I'll admit it. I was a child atheist. A little skeptic in larval form. Looking back, it was a weird childhood as far as the spiritual development went. My parents were both from Alabama but we moved north to southern PA when I was a kid, because my father got a job out there. My father was uninclined to discuss religion, or much of anything, but that's another story. My mother was actively hostile to religion, doing everything but spitting when we drove by a church.
So we were settled in rural PA by the time I got old enough to realize there was such a thing as church & religion. And what a thing! A lot of pentecostals out there in the northern hollows. Not what I'd call a rational bunch. They went to church twice on Sundays & wed nights.
Given this, it was highly strange that my mother signed me up for vacation bible school for a week one summer. Maybe she thought I'd develop a friendship with the girl down the road. Let me tell you all I remember from my 4 hours a day that week - we each had a board onto which we glued a piece of fabric, then we lit & blew out a great number of wooden matches, then glued them down in the shape of a cross on the fabric. you'd glue maybe 7 across, with the center one being highest & the outer 3 on each side slanting down slightly. Below that you'd make another row. After about 6 rows you have the long side of the cross & you've made a series of chevron patterns with the matches.
I came home utterly, totally baffled. that set the stage for my lifetime stance of bemused 'what in the world are you thinking' toward organized religion.