My little story of me not believing in God😊

I remember believing in God when I was a child because my auntie would take me to church every Sunday. She would make me pray to Him almost every night before bed.
I remember when my hometown's Mall had all of their rooms booked with stores: Forever21, JCPenny, a Chinese restaurant and other stores as well as an arcade that no-one would give me money to play any game. In the area going to the Chinese restaurant, there would be a coin well where you can make a wish by rolling a penny down there. (The "well" is still there, I think) I would ask my aunt for a penny and made a couple of wishes. I wasn't optimistic about my repeated wish coming true. I would wish, "I wish my mom had a lot of money." I recall a couple of times while praying before bed that I would wish that God could magically make my mom rich or just enough money so she could buy her kids the things we wanted.
After a couple years after the wish, I started to stop believing in God because he didn't grant me my wish. I hadn't been very optimistic about my wish when I made it, so I took "Your wish will come true." With skepticism.
The year 2018, age 16, my life had gotten a little better since my mom was getting a bit more money. I had thought that God was behind it, but I still didn't believe He exists. Up until now, I have realized that Christianity isn't the only religion and that there may be multiple gods to exist. I am going to live with that possibility of there being multiple gods ans deities instead of one. This doesn't mean that I don't believe, all I'm saying is that there are possibilities of there being more than one god. I respect any religion, because at the end of the day, we can't force others to believe in something that they don't want to believe, or force them to believe in something outside of their religion, like forcing Christianity on Mormons and vice versa.