My parents identify themselves as "Charismatic Protestants", although the closest denominations we found ourselves in were baptist. I was pretty anti-social as a kid, though, and never really interacted with the youth groups I found myself in.
Eventually though, we split off from going to church and had our own sunday meetings where my grandmother would teach. When she passed away, our fmaily resorted to watching tediously long videos (Like John Haggie's end times series, or Kent Hovind's Creation "science" lectures) and performing our own bible studies. The end of the world hysteria that resulted from our bible studies was probably one of the biggest factors in my abandoning religion altogether.
Raised strict Southern Baptist. Once I was old enough I ALWAYS felt like something wasn't right about all of it. I got more and more skeptical as I went through school, college, grad school and on. The last straw was a stretch where I completely dedicated myself to Biblical study, mission trips, the whole deal. THOSE things were what finally made me give up and on the idea of a supernatural 'force' or being that was in charge and created our existence. No I am an atheist.
I didn’t grow up in a church. But, in my early adulthood I attended a Baptist church regularly for 5 years. Actually, I was an atheist at the time, and only attended in order to be eligible for their adult football and basketball teams; and to scope out the girls.
The point is, I had enough experience with what church is all about to understand the hypocrisy and sanctimonious mentality of the average churchgoer.
The last day I ever attended a church service was in 1963. A traveling evangelist/revivalist came and, though he wasn’t literally a snake handler, he might as well have been. That was the final straw. You can only get me into a church these days for a wedding or a funeral.