When i was younger my parents enrolled me in a "CCD" class. I'm not sure what it stands for, but it was basically catholic religious education, and a prerequisite for "confirmation" which is some sort of religious ritual. I was confirmed later on, and i still don't know what the hell its all about. Basically the teacher of my CCD liked to turn the class into some spectacle of who can be the most moral and righteous. I was sort of oblivious to the world around me as many children are, and really paid no attention to the class and daydreamed the whole time. One day the teacher tried to question examine how righteous i was, but i basically unintentionally flustered her by my lack of interest. I didn't openly reject her views, i just remember thinking that i didn't care who she was, and was confused about why she was angry. So she got all puffed up and mad and started yelling at me about how i am disrespectful. I sat with my usual blank stare while she twisted herself into a knot of emotion.
Two things stand out exceedingly vividly in my memory.. One, that i never really stopped daydreaming while she was yelling at me, which is probably what pissed her off. And two, that later that night was one of the first times i engaged in some comprehensive, objective thought. I recalled that night that the lady was angry at me, but that i had never really acknowledged her. Gears started to turn in my head, and i basically though.. those people are fake, i don't want to be a part of that system.
I told my mom that i did not want to go any more, but for whatever reason i continued to until confirmation. Every day after that i started to notice more and more evidence of the darker side of organized religion. Obviously there are some really amazing people that are also religion.. its just that the little details of wickedness build up over time.
So in retrospect, an angry and confused religious person helped spawn my distaste for organized religion, and my apathy towards those who are aggressively righteous.
I guess the memory itself is positive on the whole, but that mean old lady was really a peice of work.