I've never really had trouble questioning things (I hope that doesn't come off as stuck up, that's not my intent, and I apologize if it does). I was born into it, but when I was a kid, I didn't really pay much mind to it. I just trusted what my parents told me. Once I was old enough to start questioning things, which was about when I started college, maybe a little before, that's when I began to make my way out of the cult. That was always something I didn't understand. I remember them telling that story of when Jebus was a boy and was questioning the Pharisees, and it seemed that it was put in a positive light. I quickly learned that things are not always as they seem, though.

Christianity:
The belief that some cosmic Jewish zombie can make you live for ever if you symbolically eat his flesh and telepathically tell him that you accept him as your master, so he can remove an evil force from your soul that is present in humanity because a rib-woman was convinced by a talking snake to eat from a magical tree.

There she lusted after her lovers, whose genitals were like those of donkeys and
whose emission was like that of horses - Ezekiel 23:20