Brought up strict Methodist (my DM's denomination and DF joined to keep the peace, but he was originally Anglican). Sunday school followed by chapel in the morning, followed by Sunday school again in the afternoon. Hated it.
My lovely aunty used to take me to C of E evensong regularly and I loved the rituals of the Anglican church, and ended up being confirmed when I went to an Anglican teacher training college. Loved the candles, music and rituals of morning prayer, communion and evensong. I felt at home.
Funnily enough DM started attending her local Anglican church in her later years, and three of us in the family were confirmed into the church, and my brother became an Anglican priest.