'75 was my sliding door.
Few years before (I think it was 1973, I was 7 years old) I did listen a boy in my school room talking about weird topics like Harmagheddon, distruction, "day like Noah' days" and New Order; he based his talks on books and magazine. We became friends and I was one of his best listener.
But I was disturbed, and confused. During strong rainstorms I used to say my mother it could be a flood like Noah's days, the End of the World from God. She start to be worried and investigated a bit on reasons of my emotional disorder.
But she investigated too much , indeed, because she was finally (and unfortunately) approached by the mother of the boy, a pioneer JW.
I remember a Sunday morning when we received the first visit in our house. Other visit follows. Then Bible study and so on ...
The result was all my family captured by the sect, my mother was baptized just before 1975, and I wasted 3 decades of my life in Theocracy -land.
Good to say, my mother and all my family have left the JWs.
I'm still a good friend of the boy classmate, and he's out too; not the same can be said about his mother, still JW.