The following is a repost of an old post from back when I began my blog. I still feel passionately about this, 3 and a half years later. Here it is, just to remind us both:
I was raised almost entirely without religion. My mother was raised Irish Catholic and by the time I was growing up she was a practicing Buddhist. My father was raised German Lutheran but ultimately ended up somewhere around the atheistic end of the religious continuum, but with a healthy dose of reverence for nature. Neither parent gave much conventional religious training. The lack of it gave me a perspective on life that was often very unlike the people around me.
When I was still a fairly small child, I noticed that . . . (continue here)