Well Belkira I guess it's sharing time.
As a child, I don't believe that I ever believed in god, though it wasn't as if I rejected the idea either. I was in a state of unbelief where I didn't understand how it was possible to not be a Christian. I was born to a Lutheran family, went to a Lutheran Church, and attended a Lutheran private school, and when you're surrounded by so much of the same then it becomes difficult to see how anything could ever be different. I pretty much couldn't conceive of atheism.
I did realize that something didn't seem quite right. Church and Chapel were boring, not just to me, not just to the other kids, but I could see it in the adults as well. If this was truly some wonderful thing, why did it seem like a chore to nearly everyone? I learned nearly all my "bad language" from the other Christian kids in school, which didn't seem to mess just quite right with what I thought Christian behavior was supposed to be. One time at a water park, a girl came up to my friend and I to tell us how we needed Jesus in our hearts. While she coincidentally happened to be right about me, she wasn't for my friend. I saw how there wasn't some special aura or glow about a Christian person; they're just normal people. There was some factual stuff I wondered about late at night, like where all that water went when god flooded the earth or why dinosaurs weren't around anymore. But mostly, it was the way people talked about god to me that seemed to be a little off. It was different than how I had seen scientists talk on PBS. There was an earnestness in their voice. They didn't just want to show me something. They needed something from me for themselves. That in some way, me believing helped validate and reinforce their own beliefs.
It wasn't until I attended public school that I was made aware that something like atheism was possible and not merely a fictional concept like galactic imperial empires or illegal kryptonian immigrants.