I grew up in a secular suburban Jewish household where we only observed the religion on very specific times like a funeral or a Bar Mitzvah.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up pretty secular. I went to public school, and all the Jews that I knew, none of them were religious. While probably half of my friends were Jewish, they were all secular Jews. We went to Hebrew school, we knew we were Jewish, but it wasn't a major part of our existence.
Although I was raised Jewish, my upbringing didn't include any formal religious education or training.
My family was totally non-religious. There was no question we were Jewish, but we were not observant.
I was raised Jewish and bar mitzvahed.
I'm the only one in my family - I'm a practicing Jew - who has attached themselves to religion in a more traditional way.
I was Jewish, through and through, although in our house that didn't mean a whole lot. We never went to synagogue. I never had a Bar Mitzvah. We didn't keep kosher or observe the Sabbath. In fact, I'm not so sure I would have known what the Sabbath looked like if it passed me on the street, so how could I observe it?
During the Second World War, evacuated to non-Jewish households, I encountered Christianity at home and in school.
I was raised Jewish and fully embrace the core beliefs of Judaism - the ones that I identify as core beliefs, which are essentially freedom and justice. But the supernatural aspects of religion were never important to me.
I think people often come to the synagogue, mosque, the church looking for God, and what we give them is religion.
Religion was quite a thing in our house - we were Baptists. Some Sundays I went to church three times. If there was a talk on missionary work in the afternoon, I could be there all bloody day. But religion took its first big knock after Dad died.