My parents were "Christian" but we never did church when I was little-little. As a tween I went to a confirmation class at my grandmother's Lutheran church and that lasted like a year or so until I was confirmed. It was mostly just learning about the Gospels and the Apostle's Creed but there was very little reading of the actual Bible, it was mostly a supplemental book just for the class and honestly I think the only OT material we went over at all was the 10 commandments. I knew about the more kid-friendly "Bible stories" like the creation and Noah's ark and suchlike, but I guess since I didn't have parents or a church community hammering them into me as literal absolute fact that was under attack by Bad People I internalized them as folk tales more than any thing else.
Ironically it was Jesus' talks about inclusiveness and loving your neighbor (meaning "everyone") that kept me soured on any kind of fundamentalist influences growing up. But I considered myself Christian through my teens and when an aggressive fundy church in town started a "Bible club" in my high school, being open minded and all that I went to their first meeting. Their very first meeting, they were trying to encourage this one kid to "speak in tongues", and I was instantly like "nope". I didn't speak up or leave immediately because I didn't want to make a deal out of it, but I kind of filtered my way out and never went back after that.
