The earliest memory I have of religion in my life I was around 5 or 6 and my mom was a "wiccan". She had the books, the candles, the peculiar rituals etc. I never really cared about it because i was little. One day when I was around 13 or 14 she woke up one day and decided she was Christian. By this point in my life I was considering myself an atheist. I didn't believe in a higher power because there was no proof. So she started trying to force me to pick a higher power. Told me I had to believe in something. This went on for a couple years till I discovered the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I remember being so excited to finally tell my mom that I had a higher power. Needless to say when I told her I was a Pastafarian it did not go over well. Religion has always been a joke to me. Finally I found the IPU symbol and I loved it. Much like the FSM it spoke to me. Now when people ask me "what's that tattoo on your arm" I get to tell them of MY higher power.