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My parents are both very religious. Whenever we were out of town on a Sunday we found a church to attend mass (even if the mass was in a language other than English). I went to mass twice a week for the first 18 years of my life. I went to Dominican Catholic school for grade school. My mom tells a story about me returning from grade school one day to tell her about the sanctity of the Virgin Mary's womb. She was a bit surprised. I attended an all boys Jesuit Catholic school for high school. I loved high school. I enjoyed theology class more than many of my other courses. I seriously considered becoming a Jesuit priest. I have (and had) a great deal of respect for the priests who taught me (and priests in general).
I remember meeting a girl who didn't believe in god early in high school. It was unfathomable to me. I couldn't understand her at all. I'm now an atheist. I have trouble putting myself in my mind at that time.
I am confident in my beliefs, but I miss many aspects of believing in God and being religious. I miss the awe I felt during some masses. I really miss praying. I prayed all the time, many times a day. I talked to God frequently. None of it makes sense to me anymore, but I miss it.
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