I was brought up in a lapsed xian household (my mum was xian) but my dad never mentioned it. My mum would invite in any old religious types to the house (I never understood why) and they would have pretty books that looked (I remember thinking this thought vividly) 'kind of gay' (blokes in dresses and so on and so forth).
I was taught at a C of E school where the local Canon would visit and described how his god was great and so was Jesus. We also had assembly every week where we would sing hymns to the xian god (woe unto those who were not allowed to attend by their parents).
All along though, xianity never really seemed that interesting to me. I was much more interested in Buck Rogers that Jesus (what with the space ships and so on and so forth).
I guess xianty never had anything to offer me: why would I want to feel bad about myself? It seemed to me that if you did not believe in the xian god (or in fact any god [although if I had to believe in a god it would be Enki]) you would not need to worry about the things xianty says that you should worry about. I've always felt religious types are hoist by their own petard in that respect.
What finally erased the youthful indoctorination was the realisation that the world runs perfectly well without a divine influence (just like Athas - but without the danger of catstrophic climate change...oh wait a minute...).