My mother began to study with the JWs when I was about seven years old, and I accepted her definition of reality absolutely while I was growing up. I suppose that would be a #1, baptised at 14, disappointed that I didin't hear any divine welcome to the club. Coming from a poor family without a father "in the truth" put me in a lower caste than the average "Mommy and Daddy are both Dubs" JW kid, but that was all I knew.
Once I dropped out of High School (Armageddon was so close you could touch it) and began working to support myself, I began to see that the world evident to my senses was not the same as the world my mother had told me about. I also began to see and resent the various meaningless limitations that she imposed upon me as a reprresentative of the only true god. Cracks appearred in my cosmic egg (cognitive dissonsance) but I continued to be a good dub for a few more years.
Eventually (early 20's) I began to serve as a Ministerial Servant and pioneer in the congregation, and the revelatory floodgates opened wide: I was able to see the hypocrasy and utter lack of love within god's organization. I also began to see that several of the persons considered "spiritually strong" in the congregation were, in fact neurotic and self-righteous.
After a year or so of inactivty I relocated myself FAR from "home." I went to a memorial in my new location, and when I came out I said to myself, "That's it; I'm never going back."
Now I enjoy complete, utter, total disbelief.