I was raised the first nineteen years of my life as a Catholic. I had a nice life. My parents spanked me when I needed it, but never abused me in any way. We went to church every Sunday, I had my first communion, and attended weekly Catholic school (CCD) on Wednesdays until I graduated high school.
All of that was good, but it didn't prevent me from doing some pretty terrible things when I was a kid. I remember on many occasions going to church on Saturday night asking GOD to forgive me for drinking under age (even though I had beer in my trunk with full intentions of drinking it the moment I got out of church).
As bad as I was, I can't ever remember doing something bad without conviction. I was compelled as a youngster to pray to GOD everynight on my knees (in the dark of my bedroom when no one knew). I prayed for GOD to do many things in my life, but mostly I prayed for the wife I never knew (that she would be a good person and help me to be a better person... oh yeah, and be REALLY GOOD LOOKING).
I "turned up the wick" on being a bad person directly after high school. I basically adopted a personality that would do anything I needed to do to get money and get ahead in life... at anybody's expense.