I didn’t grow up in the church, but a Jehovah’s Witness would come every week to my grandparents house when I was there to give my grandma a bible study (up until I was in high school). When I was a freshman in high school I wanted to find out who this god person was, even though my family didn’t go to church, I was always told I was Christian, and I knew who Jesus was, but I wanted to experience him for myself. So, I asked my favorite teacher if she went to church and if I could go to church with her, and she said absolutely! So, I started going to church, I became apart of the youth , the choir, and I was a praise singer.(I also got my family and friends into church, and I got them baptized). We went to things like church camp in the summer and I always had a blast, and I truly felt loved, but as things happened in my life, I pulled away from the church (also somethings in the Bible didn’t make sense to me, such as, how Noah of the Arch was centuries old). I thought that god was going to come rescue me from the things that were happening someday, but he never came. I gave tithes faithfully, but I always wondered, “if god has all the in the world why does he need mines”? So, by the time I was a senior in high school, I went to church but I was not as often (just every now and then), and I would say I’m working on Sundays, so I couldn't come (which was true). By the way, we didn’t wear makeup, nail polish, pants, or cut our hair(very modest apostolic Pentecostal), so I was freezing my ass off in the Chicago winter! Six months after I graduated I started wearing pants again, and two years later I entered college and met lots of new people. In those two years, I went to church every once in a while. I started learning about different religions,(I researched abrahamic religions and Egyptian mythology like the god Osiris). I was a mathematics major and we had to do proofs, and any theory that didn’t have a proof wouldn’t be accepted, so I started doing more research and fast forward another two years to present time and I’m no longer a Christian. I am now agnostic even though I have been for a couple of years; I just started telling people and being comfortable with it, because everyone used to know me as a died hard faithful Christian, and now I’m a cold blooded devilish non-believer to them. However, I wouldn’t change a thing because, I have met some great people, and it’s apart of what made me who I am today. I also have not wasted decades being a believer, so that’s also an upside to why I wouldn’t change a thing. If I had wasted decades, I would probably do things differently and enjoy my life. But I’m only 22 years old and loving where I am headed, because I finally found the way, the truth, and the life, and it’s not with Jesus. I’ve finally been freed!!!