All I did was go to church because that was what we were supposed to do.
Around MY age of twelve (there were eight kids and I was #4), I realized my parents were sending us to church (with a driving brother) and no longer going themselves.
It was around that time I heard for the first time the sarcastic phrase, " I don't go to church, I saw that same movie LAST week ", and it made sense.
We did the same motions over and over and over again to the tune of this round multi-bell thing an alter boy rang occasionally.
Pavlov? (but I never put THAT one together until well into adulthood)
Finally, after enlisting in the Army in 1965, I considered myself an adult and capable of making my own decisions and I began the guilt promoted yearly obligation/duty .... midnight mass on Christmas Eve and "my Easter duty"
I got saved in 1981 at the age of thirty three and it ALL fell, like the scales over Paul's eyes ... and I could SEE for real and I could HEAR the truth.
I got save at 22 almost 40 years ago.
And the times I have been in a Catholic church since then, for funerals and an occasional wedding, I can STILL recite most portions of the mass without even thinking, just like I used to do when I was attending the church as a teen.