I'm still looking around and loving what I see.
One of my first memories about religion was when I was about 4. I remember I let my little dog out of the back yard, and he ran onto the street and was immediately hit by a car.
I remember burying him in the back yard, and being genuinely surprised that he didn't rise from the dead.
I asked my Sunday School teacher the next time we were at church, why jesus could rise from the dead, but my dog, Sandy couldn't. And her reply was to take me by the hand, turn me around to my Sunday school class, and tell everybody that I was a "dirty little girl". She then smacked me, and forced me to sit on a chair while facing the corner of the room until Sunday school was over.
I remember crying and feeling both ashamed and genuinely confused as to what I had done that had been so bad.
That was my first real memory of questioning religion and god. As I got older, the more I found myself questioning what I had been taught.
The day I finally admitted to myself that I was a non-believer, I felt like a weight had been lifted. You've heard people describe their experience of being "born again", well it was like that for me. I felt an incredible sense of peace wash over me, as I let go of religion once and for all.
I'm so happy to be living at a time where I can find groups like this, and meet other like-minded people who aren't afraid of the truth.