For this blog to make sense you will want to read it backwards as it is a story told in order of my life. :)
As a child I was baptized Presbyterian, being of Scotch decent my family were Presbyterian. I remember very little other than Sunday school and being bored to tears in the pew with my grandmother each Sunday. My parents never attended. At this point in my life I believed in God without question. It was simple really, he was just there and that was that.