I would say it's not black and white. I didn't grow up in a religious home. We were culturally Christian, we had a bible on the bookshelf, but my parents were agnostic about belief. They let me go to various Sunday schools with friends, and told me I could choose myself when I was older. My out of province relatives were more religious than us. So, I had some exposure to Christianity.
I went to a Christian day camp, an evangelical one, with a friend one summer. There, they had the kids, on the last day of the camp, gather together and raise their hands and proclaim that we were taking Jesus into our hearts. Then there was applause and cake. I came home and told my mom, who got upset that they would do that to kids too young to understand (thing is, most kids already went to that church and their parents might've been there that day).
When my parents split up, my mom and I went either to that church or a similar one at a friend's invitation a few times - I vaguely remember - where my mom, a strong feminist at that point, but who was rebuilding her life and friendships - felt it was teaching misogynist ideas and we stopped going. She got into a bunch of self help seminar stuff that was like religion but that's another story - I think it did give her a BS, in both senses of the term.
I never forgot my experience though. God stuck with me - either in imagination or in reality, doesn't matter. Those lines are blurred with faith. I tried to not believe but it didn't work. There is a force, a Creator force, that has something to do with consciousness that I don't think we've scratched the surface of. Of course, that's my belief. And Christianity gives shape and form to it. And as a Way of being - Jesus makes sense. It isn't easy to live in a world that really, really, isn't kindly set up to follow Jesus - which helps me understand and feel connection with Jesus a bit better - but it helps to be part of a community committed to trying.
And, the amazing - at least I think so - thing is, now, 35+ years later, I am part of a community, many of whom used to attend that same church I went to that summer, and the one my mom and I went to - who are moving away from fundementalism and into a more "liberal" theology and grassroots, "emergent" way of doing church. It feels like home.