I was raised in what I would call a normal and happy family. I was born and raised a Catholic. While growing up I never thought much about God or His son Jesus, but I knew they were real and I believed in them. 

As a family we faithfully went to church every Sunday. There were times for whatever reason we would stop going to church. Sometimes for several months, sometimes a year or so. 
It never made much difference in the quality of my life. 

I never thought much about sin. My belief was as long as I was a fairly good person I would go to heaven and that hell was here on earth. Wow, did I ever have things twisted.

I thank my Heavenly Father everyday for revealing His truth to me.