As a child, we didn't really discuss religion. In fact, I cannot recall a single instance in which we talked about it. The only time I was exposed to religion was when I would stay over at my cousins house for a weekend and go to church with their family. Well, that and going to mass on Christmas. It was always boring and uninteresting to me. I remember liking the parts where there was music and being excited to try and read the passages in which the whole congregation would speak together. I never understood, contemplated, or even listened to what was actually being said there. In fact, I didn't understand a lot, stuff like communion and baptisms confused me.
I do, though, vaguely remember having personal and private contemplation about God as a young child. It was often when I would spend time outside by myself, walking around our large backyard. This contemplation undoubtedly was related to a closeness I was feeling with nature then. I can remember one such instance with great clarity. It was a cool spring day, the sky was blue-gray probably a warning of a spring shower. Everything seemed so vibrant, particularly the green grass and the light which, despite the clouds, surrounded me and seemed to illuminate everything. I don't know why I can remember this particular instance, but then I was sure that God had something to do with it. I felt safe and happy and I knew that God was taking care of me or I was at least unable to formulate a different answer to these feelings.