8 for me too.
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M*W: Dr. Lou and Awake, I had my "knowing" at age 7, or at least that's when I started questioning Christianity. Seven is the "age of reason," or so they say. That's when I came to know that Jesus didn't die on a cross like what was being taught to us. I knew at that time, I was not going to accept the blame for his crucifixion. Unfortunately, I stood up in Sunday School and told them what I thought, and I got my face slapped. (Back in those days our teachers were not only permitted but expected to provide us with corporal punishment as they see fit). In this case, it was an old bat of a Sunday School teacher in a Primitive Baptist Church in the deep South (SC). I will never forget that slap. If anything, it made me hate Christianity. Of course, when I married and had children, I converted to Catholicism, but all I found there were even more lies. Hey, even Jesus allegedly said something about being like "children." There is that innocence from which we depart, but believing in Christianity is what takes our innocence away when they tell us we are no good sinners!