In his Poetics, Aristotle says that any good story should have a proper beginning, middle and end. In that tradition, I feel the need to quickly catch up to speed any casual reader. Here is my beginning, the story of my conversion, de-conversion, and life as an atheist among evangelicals.
I was not raised a Christian. Nor was I raised in any other religion. Likewise, I was not raised an atheist. My parents are, for lack of a better word, non-theists. They are religiously apathetic. While they never encouraged any belief in God, nor did they seem to have made any decision against an idea of God. And so until late into my elementary school years, I had no conception of a transcendent God, positive or negative.