I remember being DS's age and I was convinced that adults were just going to church to fool the kids (kind of like adults going through extraordinary measures to convince kids there is a Santa or Easter bunny). At the same time I had a mother who told me that unbelievers go to hell. Imagine the angst that this can cause in a little kid who can't just "believe". I just didn't talk about it at all and went along with everything, feeling like I was trying to force myself to believe a fairy tale. DD is highly gifted and debates with people like a lawyer, but doesn't seem to question the existence of God at all, (and I haven't contradicted her). It's fascinating how personality plays into this.
