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I was an alter boy when I was a child.

Our priest, he did not abuse me. He was arguably, a good man.

I did, however, feel absolutely nothing at church. I'm not sure I ever believed, in any of it.

I actually thought it was rather silly, that we should all believe that through the priest's magic words, that these wafers and wine actually "became the body and blood of Christ". Even as a naive little child, I was thinking.. yeah, but not actually.

I was 16 when I was free thinking enough to call BS on the faith, and leave.

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Personally, the closest thing I ever felt to "god" was while off alone in the woods, on shrooms.
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My grandpa was an altar boy, and he'd steal some of the donations to buy himself bread and jello.