My parents were strict and ideological atheists. Religion was the opium of the people and a crutch for the weak.
I'm very glad my secondary school had a gentle christian service run every morning by a kind methodist headteacher. A hymn, the Lords Prayer, and sometimes a short reading generally on love and compassion. No "Creed" was of course pushed on us. I didnt know what is was until our multi cultural RE/social education lessons.
It was a warm progressive school for its time, I admit. Just an ordinary Technical High School but an extraordinary headteacher who had come back at the end of his career to make a new school as he thought wise.
so when in my 30's I found myself singing the old hymns and having feelings that could only be described as being in the spiritual domain, I found a home in the Quakers, after trying the local C of E church, but finding that demanding I adhere to a "creed" unpalatable. I remain the only one with any faith in my family, which I find sad as they associate faith with a crutch and a myth whereas it is alive and forever questioning, "what love demands of us".
It gave me choices I would not otherwise have had.