He's going to put me in chuch every Sunday
I grew up with a religious mother... my dad was sort of like meh, but my mom made us all go to church every week. It was a pretty good Methodist church, I was bored in the service but I liked Sunday school because it was taught by different people I had always known (from church), and I had a lot of kids my age, some of whom are still friends. I never really resonated with it... I professed to believe when I was young, and even thought I did, but I always was sort of like "this isn't real" in the back of my mind. I also was in church choir all growing up, and so I went to church for that on Wednesday every week. I even got confirmed in 8th grade (where you have to learn a bunch of stuff and recite some things in front of the congregation to "officially" become a member of the religion/the church). When I was 15 my mom told me I only had to go every other week if I wanted, and then at 17 I didn't have to go at all if I didn't want to (I still wanted to be in choir but I started missing it whenever I wanted to do something else which was a fair amount because I had started smoking weed that year and wanted to drive around and adventure with my friends :D).
I really didn't find it oppressive at all but my mom was never into enforcing beliefs on us, she always told us that we could make up our own minds but that she wants us fully exposed as kids so we would be able to make that decision, and that she of course hoped that we will choose her path. I always understood that was the purpose so it felt like a loving thing to me, and it was. None of myself or my two siblings ended up religious but my mom is happy with us anyway... I am the only one who considers spirituality at all, my siblings aren't into it, but I have discussions with my mom about my beliefs, I've even told her about my trip that opened my eyes to spirituality, years after it happened, and she was pretty fascinated.
After I graduated college, I moved pretty far away from my family, but my girlfriend/fiance/wife at the time was pretty religious, in the sort of way where she didn't really live her life that way but it was ingrained into her so she wanted to go to church. We never really went until she became a church pianist and convinced me to join the choir there. I resisted but I actually loved it. That church was amazing, the congregation and the pastors were wonderful, truly beautiful people. The sermons were funny and thought-provoking. Everything centered around love and community service, and they did a lot for their community. I felt magic during services quite often there, and I really enjoyed being a part of it. I definitely got something out of it even though I didn't agree with all of the things they said. The thing is, I agreed fully with their messages, I just didn't buy into any of the Christian god stuff.