Since I knew nothing about the world beyond Riverside, the options were simply:
1. Believe 2. Don't Believe.
Sliced in that direction "not believing" seemed like a very perverse alternative. Later in life the options were more complex and more in tune with the outside world. Choosing to believe was complicated by having scores of things to choose among. That's a totally different kind of choosing. But, as a child, the influences around me led me to just blindly believe the one and only option presented.