But I was like that too growing up. I swore that the day I turned 18 I was never going to step foot into a church again. It was so boring, so oppressive, and did nothing for me. And indeed, on my 18th birthday, I left the church and stayed away for a long time. But eventually I recognized the foolishness of it all. In my own circle, most of us left Christianity when we became adults. However, those of us who went to church weekly, who were forced to, who had parents that really believed, came back. Those whose parents went to church every now and again are still gone. Most of my memories as a child revolve around church events. My most pleasant childhood memories involve the daily evening routine we had in my family, which was to eat as a family and then to go lay in bed with mom and have Bible stories read to use for 30 minutes. I really believed in those Bible stories mom told me and my sister and I still do. I think having parents who really believe, who take God seriously, is in a lot of ways, the most fundemental reason for why people stay/come back.