I guess you were a little deeper than I was. When we prayed to Holy Pole Quilt in school, I never liked it. It seemed creepy to me, and I faked it or made up my own words most of the time. But they only did that to us a couple of years (I moved around a lot).
Probably my awakening began when I was 10 or so and told my parents I just wanted to make enough money to buy some land in the middle of nowhere and live there for the rest of my life. They informed me about property taxes and asked how I was going to keep the land without money. I KNEW ransoming property that had been bought and paid for was wrong, and that thought kept eating away at my belief in government until I just lost all belief in its legitimacy whatsoever.
I generally kept that opinion to myself until I watched the Butchers of Waco murdering people on live TV. After that I couldn't keep quiet.
I was gullible.
Did you know that "gullible" rhymes with "orange" if you say it slowly enough?
LOL. At least you didn't try one of the "Did you know your penis is the same circumference as ...?" gullibility traps.