My father grew up very religious. He went to the Talmudical Academy and was actually enrolled in the Rabbinical College until he met my mom who is also Jewish, but wasn't terribly observant. And there was a lot of re-negotiation during the dating years around what level of observance they would have and my mother won and the Rabbinical College was abandoned!
But my father has a wonderful gift of a voice as well as being a teacher for children with learning differences, so I grew up for years with him being both a Hebrew School teacher at Randallstown Synagogue Center [as well as] conducting Junior Services during the High Holiday Services for Beth Israel among other synagogues. But in particular for years and years he provided tutoring and lessons for children with dyslexia and learning differences for their Bar Mitzvahs. He taught them their haftarah and these were children who never could read Hebrew and people would say they could never learn to read Hebrew and he would essentially start from scratch and they did beautifully. And so we had this steady stream of children coming in my house as I grew up ... I grew up hearing the haftarahs.