(The following is from my book, GROWING UP TOGETHER. It isn't in the sample copy currently circulating. I look forward to comments how you envision your soul. Maybe nobody believes they have a soul any longer.)
In my childhood imagination, I envisioned the soul as a piece of cheese, like my father ate with lunch on Saturday. When I broke the commandments in "thought, word, or deed," my soul became covered in a thick, dark mold that was only alleviated when I confessed my sins to the priest. Otherwise, when I died I'd ride my stinky, moldy piece of cheese down to the depths of hell where it would burn forever.
...It wasn't until years later I questioned the idea on the basis it meant I was born evil, and that all of mankind is evil, and not worth much value as individuals who can determine our fate in other ways... The idea of the soul I now embrace is that it is the part of us that is unique and makes us individuals. Our souls are what helps determine our particular destiny.