I thought it might helpful to have this in a post in case I ever need it as a reference to something I may be posting so you (my readers) will understand where I'm coming from.
I was born to Marie and Michael, my parents, and Pamela my older sister. My sister and I were raised by my mom/grandparents/uncles. My parents divorced when I was a baby and dad was not in the picture. I grew up as Catholic (read: weekly Mass, Our Father before bed with mom). After a horrific experience in 2nd grade at public school, I begged to go to Catholic school simply because I liked the uniform they wore. Somehow, my single mom living paycheck to paycheck, made it work. My sister and I went to Catholic School the next year. This, however, made no difference in my faith. I made some great friends...but did not meet God by any means.
At the end of the 8th grade, my mom got remarried. She thought the annulment process was ridiculous so she got married in my step-dad's Congregational Church. She cried about it for their entire honeymoon.
During my freshman year of high school, back into public school, my sister was a Junior at her Catholic high school. She had her yearly retreat and met some friends who were part of a youth group. She began going with the youth minister to that Church and youth group. We were convinced she was crazy for liking Church that much. That was of course, until she invited me to come. I went to this rally they had and loved that people I just met were hugging me and making me feel welcome.