I was pretty lucky growing up. My mother's a very devout Catholic while my father is a confirmed atheist (and a GP).
I went with my mother to church every Sunday and was quite devout myself. Then, one day, around age 8 years old I started questioning and, honestly, I really stopped believing around then.
I stuck with it, mostly for my mother's sake, until I was 12 or 13 and then, frankly, couldn't take it any more.
That's when I told her and the family that I'm an atheist.
I went with my mother to church every Sunday and was quite devout myself. Then, one day, around age 8 years old I started questioning and, honestly, I really stopped believing around then.
I stuck with it, mostly for my mother's sake, until I was 12 or 13 and then, frankly, couldn't take it any more.
That's when I told her and the family that I'm an atheist.
Playing Cluedo with my mum while I was at Uni:
"You did WHAT? With WHO? WHERE???"