My son's best friend is Wiccan. By coincidence his and my son's troops both ended up at Scout camp at the same time. He found my son's troop annoying (so does my son) and they had no idea how to take him. I mean, shhh, he's *gasp* Wiccan.
In the 4th and 5th grade, my best friend was Tony. I would walk to his house after school, then call my mom and ask if I could go to Tony’s — calling, you understand, from Tony’s. Occasionally, but not that often, the answer was no, and I had to walk back home.
One day, as we were walking home, Tony told me he was Jewish. He had a look in his eyes like this was some confession that would cause me not to want to be his friend any more. At that age, I didn’t know much about Judaism, so I asked, “that means you believe in God but not in Jesus, right?” He nodded nervously. “Okay.” The subject never came up again. Well, at least until he had to explain Chanukkah to me.