I grew up with a single mother and one brother. We lived in a one bedroom house and my mom had to sleep in the living room to give us all the space we need. We went to church--often for both services Sunday morning. My brother and I did many things there. We were acolytes--cute young kids who lit the candles during the service; we went to Sunday school, Vacation Bible School, and other events held at the church; we were at church during meetings that our mom went to; and for a while we just hung out when my mom did some janitorial work. I was baptized there and sung in the choir for kids. They held many concerts there too, which were a mix of fun and boring ones. It was at this church that I learned about going to church as part of religion. Something that we do without thinking much about what it means in our lives. 
I had made surface relationships with people throughout the church but never learned that what we learned should really be applied to our personal lives. I knew God, but nothing about the Trinity. There was no real exploration of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit as the persons of God. I learned here how to best seem like I was a "good boy." It seemed that everyone thought that I was a good boy and treated me that way. I seemed to like that best. I could "know" people without really knowing them.
This was something that I learned to lean on as I grew up: I knew how to act like a good person but then could do whatever I wanted to on my own. I wasn't a bad person, but I definitely made some bad choices that ended up hitting me later in life. I'd lost my virginity and became addicted to pornography by the time I ended my freshman year at high school. I'd given up my religion and spent time studying Wicca through the beginning of my sophomore year.
Things changed for me in later high school as well: I met Jesus Christ and gave my life to him during my sophomore year. I'd been dumped by a girlfriend because she said she was looking for a Christian to be with and that made me question what it meant to someone to give up a great relationship (humble of me, right?) because of their beliefs in Christ. That led me to some of my friends and their youth group. Ultimately that led me to confess my belief in the fact that I was a sinner and needed the grace that Jesus provides to us through his crucifixion and the everlasting life provided through his resurrection.
My life opened up for me at this point. I had taken all the mess and uncomfortableness my life had become filled with at this point and gave it over to Jesus. I no longer needed to worry about being a "good boy" on the outside. I no longer needed to worry about the consequences of my actions. I had Jesus' forgiveness on my side. I had a new view on my life and what it could possibly become. I had started to find out more about the Trinity and what that might mean to me. I had received relief and help in my life. I knew that I had a God on my side that could and would help me to grow and change. It felt supremely freeing to me. I had begun to grow.
However, what I'd learned earlier in my life about looking like a "good boy" would still persist and come to make things look good in my life while I was still secretly dying too. But more on that next time! What I'd received here was a realization that there is a God in the world who loves us so much that he sacrificed his own life for us.
