Started rebelling at 14...skipped meetings, jumped out the window and ran when that young "brother" my mother had put on my case showed up for the Bible study...caved, went back to the meetings...then quit again, ran when they showed up to pick me up for meetings, ran, ran, ran, run Forest, run...then caved and went back, quit again. The turning point was this: My JW-grandmother (on my dads side) died when I was 17. She had told me flat out, by the way, that I would be killed in Armageddon if I didn`t come back, and it would be so horrible for my (dead) father when he was ressurected, that I wasn`t there. I would be killed for sure, because "I had known the truth, but turned away from it". Well, her service was held at the KH. This one, horrible, older guy, I don` t think he was an elder, maybe MS (who had kissed one of the little girls, maybe 7 or 8 years old, in the bathroom at a home study, and everyone was scared of him because it was, rightly so I believe, suspected that he was a pedophile) came over to me, at my grandmothers funeral, grabbed me and held around me and said "we`re so glad you`re back, Øyvind". And then he kissed me on the cheek! - and the thing going thru my mind, my only thought was: "Judas!". Like a Judas-kiss. Not like I`m comparing myself to Jesus or anything, but that was the thought, the word that went thru my mind. It made me sick to my stomach. I never went back after that.