I could, perhaps, be considered a fourth-generation agnostic, for want of a more accurate term. Probably the best word would be “questioner”.
My grandmother was raised with stories by her father of Anglican reverends in Victorian England being pious and godly at Sunday service, yet going home and beating up their wives come nightfall. My family background seems to have been Anglican pretty much all the way through.
I can’t recall any of my mum’s descriptions of going to church. She may have done, but my grandmother encouraged a wider learning than just that of the church. My grandmother did give me a Bible for Chrisrmas once, but I wasn’t obliged to read it.
As for myself, I have never attended church regularly, was asked when a kiddie if I wanted to go to Sunday School (I said no), and around age 14 was able to establish my own views without a problem from my mum, who said she agreed with me anyway.
So, I came from a background where religion was very optional, and actually fitted in with personal needs, rather than the other way around.