Revisit your earliest memories of learning about faith, religion, or spirituality.
So here goes.
I was born into a Catholic family in 1964. My parents, by the time I was old enough to pay attention, were divorced and I lived with my father, who was actively agnostic and not raising my sister and I with religion.
Both of my grandmothers were devout Catholics, and I spent most weekends at my maternal grandmother's house. Grammy had crucifixes in the living room and bedrooms, and they aroused my curiosity, so I asked her about them, but she wouldn't really tell me much, because she didn't want to piss my father off.
Then my cousin Lori made her first communion, and Grammy had a framed picture of Lori in her communion dress and veil, and man, did I want to dress like that. Grammy told me it was a religous thing, and that was the first time I yearned for religion in my life.
When I was nine years old, I went to summer camp for a month, and we were required to go to church every Sunday. The first two weeks, I went to the Protestant services, because I asked one of the girls, "Which church doesn't believe in God?" And she said, the Protestants. So I figured that was where I belonged. But after two weeks, I wanted to try the Catholic church, so I did.
And the Mass sang to my heart. It just felt RIGHT to me, and since then, I always come back to the Catholic church, even after exploring other denominations and even faiths.
I know there are many problems in the Catholic church, but there are many problems in most faiths. I just take it on faith that that's where I belong, and it continues to speak to my soul.
I am a Catholic. It makes me complete.