My 3rd gen witness parents were married in '69 and I started grade school in Sept. of '75. My preschool years were filled with the sense of urgency and doom and gloom of '75. Our family studies and conversations were rehearsals of what to do if we were separated from our parents. As scarredforlife mentioned we too suffered from constant anxiety, depression and fear of the great tribulation and armaggedon. I had nightmares about buildings falling on me and being all alone during the GT.............. Fast forward to the 80s. My parents are insisting that we make the truth our own because Jehovah isn't going to let this system go on much longer and we can't ride on their coattails forever..................whatever .
For most of the world 1975 is just a year in the past.