I was born into a Roman Catholic family. Although my dad was agnostic for a while, he converted back to Roman Catholicism just before his death.
It took me a while, many years, before I seriously looked into Holy Orthodoxy as my earlier life was totally absorbed in Roman Catholicism.
We attended Sunday Mass every Sunday, attended parochial schools, helped out at their annual carnivals, went to their Friday potlucks where we were served meatless spaghetti and huge Italian salads, along with gelatin salads, etc. Then later after Vatican II, we attended Bible studies and discussion groups about Vatican II.
Sometime was not right after Vatican II. The Roman Catholic Church did not seem to be the same. I discovered Orthodoxy when I had serious bout of pneumonia and ended up in the hospital with a 105 degree fever. I promised our Lord God and Savior Jesus Christ that if He healed me, I would look into Orthodoxy. That was Pascha 1993. By August 1, 1993, I was well. It was a long recovery. I visited the Melkite Catholic Church thinking it was Orthodox because Cardinal Mahony had warned people that it was not under the Roman Catholic Pope. The good priests at the Melkite Church told me otherwise, and even gave me their blessing to attend inquiry classes at the local Greek Orthodox Church.