Religion as a way of life was important while I attended Catholic school (until the 5th grade). I was baptized, received my first communion, and went through the confirmation ceremony at Saint Lucy’s Church. I also regularly attended confession. I also remember a “Stations of the Cross” ceremony where I would spend long periods of time praying and facing different directions inside of the church around Easter time.
I don’t remember my family ever praying outside of church. My father was a very vocal atheist; my mother adhered to the rules of the church to ensure our continued attendance at St. Lucy’s school. When we moved out of Manhattan, all religious activities ended.