My mother was Catholic, my father was Protestant. There was always a debate going on at home - I think in those days we called them arguments - about who was right and who was wrong.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up Catholic. My mother is from El Salvador, so my family on her side is Roman Catholic. My father is Protestant, and while he was spiritual, he wasn't much of a churchgoing person. I think it's fairly common for families to be brought up in the mother's religion.
I was raised Catholic, but my father's people were Methodist, so we went to both churches.
My father was Catholic, my mother was Protestant, and because of that I got Christened in both churches, so I've got all these names... but my Dad always called me Mick.
I was brought up Catholic, and my family is still very religious.
Both my parents are Catholic and staunch believers. I'm not a Catholic now, but I still carry part of it with me.
I was a careless Protestant, my wife was a good Catholic, and we had six kids in seven years and I'd endorse that to everyone.
My mother was an unbeliever - and still is. My father was a nominal Catholic. We would go in to church at the last minute before the gospel reading, take Communion, and walk right out again.
My mother was Protestant, and in her mind life was more about work and obligations and responsibilities.
My father was a Catholic, but my mother wasn't. She had to do that weird deal you do as a Catholic - they deign to sanction your marriage and you have to bring your children up as Catholics.
I was raised a Catholic on both sides of the family. I went to a Catholic grade school and thought everybody in the country was Catholic, because that's all I ever was associated with.