When I was a little lad of 7 years old, my parents would drag me - literally kicking and screaming - to the Kingdom Hall. I used to hate it with a vengeance.
It wasn't just the weird language that I detested, but there did seem to be something of an evil aura about the place. I recall the chap who took my parents Bible study telling them that Satan was working through me to try to stop them attending meetings.
It was around this time that I started to become fearful of being alone or in the dark. These childish fears did not pass away completely until after I left the dubs at 26 years of age.
The weird thing is that whenever I visit my Mother I find that the sight of her many JW books actually makes me recoil as though there was something inherently evil present. Its a very old sort of feeling to. I have heard it said that young children are very sensitive to odd atmospheres, I wonder what it was that I was detecting?
Englishman.
Nostalgia isn't what it used to be....