Yah, me, too.
What I figured out as a child though, was that you could choose what to believe. So, I chose to believe that there was a god named Orang-a-do, and that, since I was the only one who believed in it, it would likewise be devoted to me. I imagined, seeing as he only had one believer, he wouldn't be particularly powerful in the pantheon, but that all of the supernatural prowess of a single god was still better than the diluted prowess of one like Yahweh or Zeus.

Maybe I still do. I suppose I believe more that I can make things up and if I don't like what's happening in reality, I can lift mountains with my mind for a bit.