My Mom taught me The LORD's Prayer, which we prayed at night, and we started to attend a local church regularly. To say that I was "reluctant" to go is like saying the "Titanic" is a boat. I was ok during church service (at first) but I became a terror throwing a major fit when Mom tried to get me into Sunday School. I had to be about 11 then, and it's not one of my prouder moments. Because of me my Mom didn't get to go to her own Bible classes that I currently enjoy.
Fast-forward to my High School years. I had something happen one night that freaked me out, and I asked God to help me... but I didn't ask Jesus. Not because I really thought it out, but because I didn't know better. But I knew at this time that God looked after me.
My church had a Pastor leave to answer another Call from God, and we received a new Pastor. I met him one night at church (I don't remember what I was supposed to be doing), and he saw me wearing an Ankh symbol. I picked this up from the movie "Logan's Run", and knew that it was Egyptian for "Peace". Did he come down on me for wearing it in chuch? Did he tell me that it was disrespectful, and not honoring God? Nope. He was honestly curious why I wore it, and I believe he told me he didn't know that it meant "Peace".
After I graduated High School I didn't attend as much as I should have. I still didn't "get it". I joined the Navy in 1986, but was given a medical discharge 2 months after entering, right before my company was due to graduate because of problems with my knees. After I came back I don't remember attending much at all.
I continued to fall away as I went into my "20-somethings", and started to feel that as long as I believed in "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you", that I was doing ok. I even made sure that my first-wife's sons were baptised, but I really didn't attend church. I failed in my promise to God to teach my then step-sons about Him, and His Good News.