I was born in Hungary, so it goes without saying that I was baptized as a catholic. My grandparents are very religious. My great grandmother made my grandparents look like heathens, all things being relative. 
My parents were more open-minded about stuff. When we moved to Canada, I was still sent to a catholic school (there are lots of those in Quebec, after all). We'd only really go to church twice a year (xmas and easter), and I felt like it was a bloody waste of time. I mean, I believed in God and that he loved me and everything, and I was already learning about this stuff in school, so why go listen to some Hungarian sermon? Anyway, it did nothing for me. And like I said, my parents were pretty open-minded about this stuff. They didn't really lecture me about it. As long as I lived a good life, it was all they needed. You know, the practical stuff.
I then went to a catholic high school. That's where I started to think for myself about this stuff a little bit more. By the way, I understand faith. Even when I believed, I understood that there was no real evidence that there's a god. But it felt good, sorta, I guess. Anyway, in high school, I definitely wasn't one of the popular kids. It was a pretty harsh world. So, first lesson: What someone's religious affiliation is has absolutely ZERO to do with whether they're a great person, or complete trash.
In high school, the main religion teacher we had (and we had him for all 5 years) was a really great young man, and I would actually go talk to him after class hours about this stuff. I'd ask him about what hell really is about, and we'd talk about sects and other topics they don't cover until later. He mentioned that "hell" is really a kind of state of loneliness and darkness. It's not a "place of fire and brimstone" where you get tortured for all eternity. Then it hit me. Lesson 2: No two religious authorities have the same view. And I'm not talking about little nitpicky details, but about large, fundamental truths. This was really interesting.
Eventually, I started feeling pretty lonely and disconnected. And I decided that I would no longer play the victim. I had to take responsibility for my own actions. If there's a god, he'll find me and if he's not an asshole, he'll judge me on character and how I lived my life, and not on whether I followed the SOPs outlined in a book that was written by greedy men thousands of years ago.
So I became a deist. I wasn't ready to let go of the idea that there might be a creator, but as far as I was concerned, said creator didn't do such a great job, and frankly, probably didn't care.
It took very little effort, after that, to go right to being agnostic. There's no story behind that. I just, at some point, realized that all the "deity baggage" I had could be let go very easily at that point, so I did.
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