This story begins about 25 years ago.
I was just about 13 or 14 when I stopped believing in God. The reasons are numerous but they aren't particularly relevant to this testimony. What is relevant is that my disbelief in God was total. He did not exist. Period.
As the years went by I saw no reason to change my mind; if anything, I just grew increasingly certain that God was nothing more than an invention by people to explain the things they couldn't explain. The philosophers that I read only further reinforced my belief. And if intellectual certainty wasn't enough, my life itself seemed to bear witness to the nonexistence of God.
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