Can anyone really say, hand on heart, that, as a child, they believed that Jesus, as a man, rose again from the dead? I remember thinking of it as a lovely story that it was nice to go along with. It Wasn't until much later in life that I started to think about it and consider how it might have happened.
We sang a hymn, "There's a home for little children, above the bright blue sky".It was a lovely thought but I did n't believe there were any buildings up there.
Books told me there were fairies in the woods. I so wanted to believe that, but I couldn't. The only difference is, I still don't believe in fairies.
Children are not so easily indoctrinated.