I was raised Episcopalian and attended an Episcopalian preparatory school, Saint Albans in Washington, DC, from 1952-1960, when I graduated. At the time, chapel was compulsory five days a week and Sacred Studies was a regular part of the academic curriculum. My parents also insisted that I and my siblings attend church on Sundays as well as Sunday School. I must have been the "Kid From Hell" as far as the Sunday School teachers were concerned, for I had no interest in being there, generally was better scripturally grounded than the teacher, and had no reservations about making either point clear. After my 2nd Form (8th grade) year, my parents gave up on sending us to Sunday School, for which I am certain the teachers were grateful.
I left StA with a considerable weight of anger against organized religion as I was not happy with being told what sort of god I should follow. If you want an idea of what I mean, watch the Robin Williams film, "Dead Poets Society" which is set in an Episcopalian prep school in the 1950s. Just extend the English literature class to their theology. For some years, I drifted around, looking at various churches and playing with religion but always coming back to the message of Jesus Christ. I finally found what seemed a good choice for me when I went to a Monthly Meeting of the Religious Society of Friends. The only problem that I had was that this particular Monthly Meeting, unnamed, was dominated by a group who would have been better off in the Unitarian Universalists and they drove me and my family out because they became increasingly uncomfortable with our christocentrism, our Christ-centered religion and our focus upon the Scriptures. We left and I and my wife found refuge in another Monthly Meeting which welcomed us AND our christocentrism. We are very, very happy there.