Denouncing God

But there were not just two influences in my life there was a whole house full of them.

In the communal kitchen there was a huge dining table that my father had made from three doors, a curved bench ran along two sides and there were odd chairs scattered around the others. Each evening we would all gather around this table to eat and with so many people discussions where always varied.

I would go to school and learn about God, Jesus and the Disciples and then come home and learn about how religion was invented to collect taxes, to oppress and wage wars, that it was a bunch of nonsense and so on.

They were musicians, actors and artists, most were in their 20s and were rebelling, they had left their comfortable suburban homes to have fun in the city, they were they were being punk or hippy, some probably believed what they were saying but for others it may have just been part of the outfit

In the end the atheism of my farther and the discussions around the table had a bigger influence on me then my mum and school.

After my failed prayer I was asked at school by another girl if I believed in God, I said no. And so I had labelled myself a non-believer and from then on no longer questioned or allowed myself curiosity.