Let's just say I went through a rough patch as a kid. Other people have had it worse, but it's something you would never wish on a ten year old. I couldn't cope and being the Catholic that I was, I prayed to God and asked for help. I asked why I would have to deal with that, what exactly had I done wrong? Of course there was no answer, neither symbolic or literal. Other things happened too, like once in scripture class (when we were learning to get our first communion or reconcilliation), I brought up the Egyptian Gods and the teacher said they were silly. So I thought, well maybe God isn't real? Who is to say that the Egyptian gods aren't real and we're the silly ones? What if I was being punished for not believing in the Greek gods? And then I realized that maybe none of them exist, or maybe they all exist. We have no way of knowing and the only 'evidence' are some stories thousands of years old. I guess that was it. I didn't look for God anymore, and eventually everything got better. [spoiler]I am now a Shrekolic. Shrek is love. Shrek is life.[/spoiler]