When I was a kid, my mom and dad would take me to church about once a month, or whenever there was a holiday. I was bored to death. I couldn't figure out why the minister always tried to make people feel so bad. All he talked about was sin, sin, and more sin. Hell, I was only 10, how bad could I be.
I remember especially the hymns. I really liked "Onward Christian Soldiers". When you're a kid, talk of marching off to war sounded pretty cool. What I dislike were the two old biddys behind me having an I can sing louder than you contest. I figured God gave special attention to really loud people.
I also noticed that some really bad people attended church regularly. It was like Monday through Saturday really didn't count as long as you put something in the collection plate on Sunday - or sang extra loud. When I got old enough to make my own decisions, I decided I would skip the Sunday part and try to be moral person at least Monday through Saturday. Sunday I play golf.