I had a very catholic upbringing, well as Richard Dawkins was later to proclaim such rigidity in religion such as mine is tantamount to indoctrination and a child abuse of sorts. .He may well be right in many ways but I also think his rationale can be as evangelical and as tunnel visioned as the people he seeks to criticise in some ways. Anyway, I had too much of it growing up both at home, masses galore, Sundays, saints days and Benediction as well sometimes if we were really unlucky. . It was very present at school too, so it was a two pronged assault and whilst we had lay teachers the nuns who taught us, with one or two exceptions, were vile and really shouldn't have been around children, but at least we got to go home at night we weren't stuck with them 24/7 as some hapless institutionalised children were.
I kind of threw it off in my teens, the impetus for that was reading about The Spanish Inquisition, I was deeply disturbed by a so called faith that could persecute people for holding different beliefs, but that was the church and the church imo is not a representation of Christ who was a beacon of tolerance. Vestiges of my religion still linger, I think it's hard to be a catholic now knowing what we do, but I remember my mother telling me, there are still many good people within the church even though it's been thoroughly besmirched. I do believe in a greater power, I'm just not sure I need the vanguard of a structured hierarchy of what is a corrupt organisation to facilitate those beliefs, although I like going into churches there is still a draw for me, nostalgia perhaps, at times I find myself longing for something I didn't particularly enjoy.
When my maternal grandfather was dying, we always thought he was a protestant, my parents and my grandmother took it upon themselves to have him converted on his deathbed,and got my grandmother's priest to administer the last rites, I'm not sure they did the right thing, they thought they did. I've since found out he was half Jewish, although he didn't have any religious affiliations. My other grandfather was of Maltese, Sicilian extraction and really only paid lip service to it all as people from those deeply catholic countries often do, my grandmother on the other hand was far more of a catholic zealot. I remember she has photos of all her grandchildren making their first communion in their living room, my French male cousins were garbed up in something that looked like a monk's habit in white
she was also prone to give any of us a major dressing down if she found out we had missed mass.
I sent my children to a CofE junior school which had a more relaxed approach to the teaching of religion. One of my sons is prone to tell me now "thank God you didn't raise me catholic I wouldn't have thanked you for it"