My parents were Southern Baptist and that is the tradition I grew up in. We also has several baptist churches get there start in our home as mission churches.
Like a good protestant, my dad (RIP) read his bible and believed his interpretation was correct and if you disagreed with him, he would let you know. Unfortunately, he ran out of town at least two preachers all based on biblical interpretation.
My mom (RIP) was a sweet heart and loved Jesus and believed just about the whole world was going to hell.
When my mom died she was a Jesus only pentecostal and could apparently speak in tongues; which according to her pastor, proved she was "saved." My dad, who died just over a year later had left the Jesus only church after having a falling out with the pastor and was in the middle of yet another feud with a sweet, young Baptist pastor at the local church.
I had already converted to Roman Catholicism by the time of my parents passing and they were okay with it, to a point, and for a while my dad was even looking into the idea of the RCC. But it never went anywhere.
I have now since their passing converted to Eastern Orthodoxy and my beliefs are about as different from theirs, and mine while growing up, as can be. But some of my best memories growing up was in those small churches with my parents by my side.