^^^ Pretty close to my experience as a kid too. I tried very hard to accept what I was told, or at least to "fake it till I made it", assuming it would all make sense eventually, when I had learned enough. But the more I learned, the less sense it made.
Still, I was a co-operative kid (no boat rocker I) and I also assumed people older and more experienced than me knew what they were talking about because . . . why wouldn't they? I'd probably still be trying to be Xtian if I hadn't finally realized that gods are supernatural and I didn't believe in the supernatural -- which was why decades of faking it was not leading to making it. My subconscious was refusing to go along with what my conscious was grimly determined to do.
Funny thing is, it was religious people who taught me the supernatural wasn't real -- they just didn't say that their personal god was an exception. I guess that was supposed to be obvious, but I'm the sort of person who needs every detail covered and left to my own devices I couldn't think of a single reason why Jehovah should be real but Thor, Kwan Yin and White Buffalo Woman not real.
Question: can you remember the first thing that made you think "hey, wait a minute . . . " rather than "I'll just keep learning until that makes sense"? My first "wait a minute" moment (that I can remember) came during the Vietnam War, when church prayers included the wish for our soldiers to win their battles and for god to spare their lives. That's all well and good but the only way soldiers won battles was to kill more of the enemy than the enemy killed of them. Weren't we supposed to love our enemies as ourselves? I'd certainly never wished myself to be killed. If we were all the children of a God whose love for us was unconditional, why didn't the Viet Cong's lives matter as much as ours? Why weren't we praying for the war to end without any more shots fired, and for everyone to be spared? And what ever happened to turning the other cheek that adults made so much hay about?