Strikes me as strange that people are expected to believe in anything......
And as for having it all 'sussed' by the age of 8, how can you ever 'suss' something that is a work of fiction? How can you ever understand a book that someone wrote 2000 years ago, has been rewritten god knows (sic) how many times since then and translated too?
Sun rising, sun setting, lunar effect on tides and the like I understand. On-board telemetry for motorcycles on track days I understand. Gravity I understand. The principles of flight are clear to me, as is the minor petatonic scale.
But a man and a woman in a garden suddenly feeling shame about their nakedness, but their kids sleep with each other (and we are their descendants)?
A burning bush, feeding the 5000 (or however many), parting the sea....? (Lindisfarne anyone?)
Too many unanswered questions for my liking.
Fine, if someone beleives (sic Aperitif) that's up to them and I am more than happy for them to go about it peacefully, but a donkey ride to Jerusalem 2000 years ago has as much draw to me as Edmund and his siblings travelling to Narnia through the wardrobe.