I actually don't know what end of the spectrum I was on.
I was one of those "good little boys" who followed the Christian faith unquestioningly. It wasn't an abusive situation for me, though. I didn't do things because I feared punishment from my parents or from God, I did things because it made my parents happy, or made God happy, or made my friends happy, etc.
That's not to say I never did anything wrong. But I did feel bad about the wrong things I did.
In my teenage years, though, I was attracted heavily to Wicca. Which seriously disturbed me because, despite not being the Flanders kid anymore, I was still very much a fundie. (It didn't help that we were going to an abusive church, but at the time, I didn't really understand that, so I thought my attraction to other religions was Satan tempting me)
Now that I think about it, Mom did try to help me out by having me read about Wicca first. Unfortunately, the book she got me ended up being a fundie book (which wasn't what she was looking for; she was trying to look for a more neutral perspective) and it did end up diminishing my interest in Wicca.
Now, though, I think Wicca's a bit silly, not because of the "They practice magic
" thing, but because their religion is probably even more made up than Christianity. That, and between the Lord and the Lady, the Lord tends to get pretty much ignored in favor of the Lady, and while I believe in equality between the sexes, there is even less for me in a female-dominated religion than a male-dominated religion.
...Anyways, I guess I did end up somewhere inbetween. Because though she was trying to get me information, she was strongly encouraging me to remain Christian at the same time, regardless of her intentions with getting the book.