Mom and Dad did not take me to church...didn't tell me about God...but somehow, I knew He existed...
When I was 12 I decided to find out about Him...decided I'd read the Bible, beginning at Genesis 1:1....but it didn't make much sense to me.
My best girlfriend and I figured we could find Him at church, so we systematically attented the area churches...begging rides from our parents and anyone who would take us....
Mostly I was bored at church and after a time quit going ...
I quit, but He didn't....some 8 years later a knock on the door revealed a preacher with a Bible in hand and that preacher introduced me to God...."how beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace and bring good tidings!" romans 10:15