When I was 8 years old, running up the stairs at home, I suddenly stopped and looked at the stained glass windows, before sitting down on the stair.
I remember thinking…
‘Most people I know are Catholic. Mammy and Daddy are Catholic. Simon and Jon are Protestant. The Dankers are Jewish. We are all people and have different Gods.’
Before you say this is a simplistic view of things, it is, remember I was 8 at that time.
I then thought to myself,
‘If we all have different religions and pray differently, then which god is the right God?’
It was then I stopped believing with unquestioning faith.
I made my First Holy Communion that year, already an agnostic.