Patsy, I think it depends on how the family religion was presented to the offspring. I had a colleague whose parents were so cruelly and repressively Roman Catholic that he spent a very unhappy childhood. Consequently he loathes anything to do with religion in general and Rome in particular! On the other hand, I have lovely memories of going to Church (C of E) with my mother for Evensong and snuggling up to her during the Sermon. I used to love the old words of the prayers, "We have erred and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep..." and "Oh Lord open thou our lips, and our mouths shall show forth thy praise." I was only about five, but I adored all that and knew the responses by heart. Naturally, this must have played a part in my faith throughout my life. I still go to church every week and my mother's example is always before me.