I had been going to Sunday School for a year or so and frankly the whole religion thing didn’t make any real sense to me in explaining the world around us, humanity, higher powers, or anything. It was a lot of ‘trust us’ with no substance. So, I told my mum that I didn’t want to go to church anymore and she said ‘ok’ - and we never did again.

I was four (almost five) BTW. At no time in the subsequent 50-odd years have I ever had any doubts about my atheism.