When I was maybe  8 years old I asked my mother "what religion am I?". Mom thought for a moment and said "You're a pedestrian."  I carried this with me until around the age of 19 when I became a Christian.

 In my mid twenties I began studying other religions (how do I know I have the right religion?) Then I took a trip down south.

 I remember I was at odds with me, my God and the the world I lived in. It was late and for some reason I had a fever but I drove on down the highway hoping to find a place to stop.  Birmingham, Alabama. (Don't go there).

 Things weren't making sense for me as it was, let alone the cold sweats and all the assholes that decided I was from "the North" due to my accent and their ancient political views. I prayed. It wasn't unlike me to do so at the time but what was different this time is that it wasn't my usual prayer. As oppose to "Thy will be done." it was "God, if you are real please reveal the truth to me."

 It wasn't long before I was rested and driving into Atlanta. There I stopped for coffee. The nice Barista girl suggested that if I were just out site seeing I should check out the Georgia Guidestones. I did.

 The Guidestones were interesting to say the least though I didn't believe the local rumors that surrounded them. These concepts were interesting but I couldn't help but to think that some simply couldn't happen unless there were a catastrophic event of seismic proportions.

 Something did stand out about these stones. It was the cap stone. It read "let these be guidestones to an age of reason." "Where" I wondered. " have I heard this bit about 'an age of reason'?

 Next stop: Bookstore. I then looked for the book that google had informed me about called "Age of Reason" by Thomas Paine. I thought that I had heard of Paine in school.

  I bought the book and headed back home where I read it. I became a deist. A deist that questioned everything. I questioned everything until I became atheist and I still have more question but, these days I ask science.