As an addendum to my lack of belief…
When I was a young lad I read Papillion by Henri Charrier. You probably know the story perhaps by the film with Dustin Hoffman and Steve McQueen.
I had great difficulty with a lot of the book because chunks of it were written in the first person. I said this and then he said that. And it was all written as quotes. Originally taken as a novel, at some point Carrier began to insist that it was an autobiography. And an accurate one at that. Even to the point of insisting that the detailed conversations were verbatim. Hold on, I thought. I can’t remember who I was talking to last week, let alone exactly what was said.
And years later, when working overseas, having a company diary on my desk at the time, I got into the habit of jotting down what my wife and I had been getting up to during the week. That continued for a few years. I still have those diaries and if I open one up to any given day it does tend to jog one’s memory about what we were doing. But even with a reasonably accurate account of something that happened to us I can no more tell you exactly what went on that night or that weekend than I could tell you what you were doing then.
You can probably see where I’m going with this…
When I was constantly told that the bible says this and this person in the bible said that, even in my young teens, I knew, beyond any shadow of doubt whatsoever - and I can’t emphasise that strongly enough, that it couldn’t have possibly happened exactly the way it was being explained. And anyone who treated the book as anything other than religious myth mixed in with historical stories mixed in with analogies and metaphors for life and ways and means of How To Be A Good Christian, was either being less than honest with me (and probably themselves) or being extremely naive.
Yes, it’s not all meant to be taken as verbatim (those talking trees!), but I guess it started there. The whole edifice was built on foundations that could not be trusted. I had no choice in the matter. I simply didn’t believe any of it, therefore I was an atheist.
And one thing added to that, to get back to the OP. My parents were very good people. And I realized that they were very good people and Christian. That is, they would have been very good people even if they weren’t. Them being good was not dependent on their faith. And my grandfather was a great man who had no faith to start with. So it was apparent that, not only did the whole shebang come across as unbelievable in the first instance, it wasn’t a requirement in the second.