In my life, there are no memories of believing in god, and no memories of wanting children. My first half-sibling was born when I was 5. My mom always had the cloth diapers hanging from the toilet bowl, and my sister was always sick so vomit was a constant. My next sibbling came at age 7, both peed their beds til ages 7-10 (I was diaper free at 9 months and had a hard time sympathising). A lot of what I remember in those years is the constant wafting of the vile smells of urine, feces, vomit, urine, feces, vomit, and the constant wailing. I have no fond memories of babies. At all.
My sense of the world becoming overpopulated becan when I was reading my youth encyclopedia at age 7. And my dream of a non-sedentary life followed soon after. Our encyclopedias and Nat Geo magazines (toilet reading material) made me want to see the world.
I've done some teaching, TAing, subbing, from all ages from kindergarden to university. 17 was my minimal age for liking the job. Even tho I apparently did have positive impacts on the younger ones I tought. I have always had a Cesar Millan approach to smaller beings (whether human or animal) and so am usually quite efficient with children, to the generalised gushes and wows from my friends who assume because I want to no children I should be untalented, and they all chant, OH YOU ARE SO GOOD WITH THEM, YOU SHOULD HAVE KIDS!!!
I can't even count the number of times I've heard that. Drives me nuts. (They tell me that about my animal talents too, even tho at this point in my life I no longer have a pet)...