Maybe 30 years. For some reason the church was important to my parents in my growing up reality. Never had the sense of community or spirituality that kept my parents involved. The best parts for me were when they passed around the collection plate (I thought it was funny) and the fashion show that took place as people lined up for communion---and then we got to watch who left after communion.
It always shocked me how much my dad yelled at me before (getting up on a Sunday at 6:00 to catch the early show) and after church (in the car going home). Never understood that, but we used to get donuts afterwards which ruled and made everyone feel better.
Totally gave up on religion when my brother got a car and, being the rebels we were, we'd dress up in ripped jeans (ala def leppard back in the day) and motley crue t-shirts and hang out in the back row of the church waiting for it to end and skipping out for a drive in that sweet smelling cutlass supreme two door. It also didn't help that priests were getting busted left and right for sexual stuff: fr. funkie, I remember that name from a rival high school because kids would say to watch out for him, after he got busted, like he was the boogyman "funkie is gonna get you." There was another priest at my parish that I actually kind of got to know cause he showed me some attention that got busted soliciting male prostitutes at a local park. I heard about that one when one of the cops that busted him told the donut shop I was working at (the priest was transferred out quick).
From what I saw, and maybe I just saw too much how humans try to go thru the motions in search of feeling good about themselves, it was just normal average people hoping that somehow taking part in a ritual would garner them some sort of acceptance in the community and maybe the afterlife based largely on how well they were dressed or gave monetarily for God. And they were led by confused people reciting sorta- interesting stories but not anywhere as cool as comic books. I think I met one or two really nice people while I sold newspapers outside the doors of church from six in the morning to noon, but for the most part, even though Jesus preached this or that, it just seemed really kind of like any organization I have been part of since.