My dad and his family had been fringe Witnesses, but he'd not been anywhere near active in forever. My mom was... protestant? before she married my dad, but hadn't been to a church service to my knowledge in for-ev-er.
So after I was born, when I was one year old, an older Witness couple came to their door and started a study with them. This couple became sort of surrogate grandparents to me.
So, raised in, not exactly born in, though the distinction is insignificant. I was out not long after my 18th birthday, never baptised, but shunned nonetheless. YAY!