i was raised from the age two as a witness by my new recruit parents in 1981. i was born in 79.
i didn't like being jw, and that didn't mean i was a saint.
and my parents were fanatical and still are.
i have an an older sister and a younger brother and we are all 2 years apart.
my brother and i were a riot. mischeivious, rambuctious, hyperactive and not afraid of nothing.
we had games over the years.
like singing in british accents during the songs(and during bible reading at family study) and screwing with the word just loud enough for each other to hear.
we used to have armrest battles when we sat beside eachother. pushing elbows until the other slipped and got in trouble. even better if he fell asleep resting his head on his hand.
or knocking the bible or watchtower or km off his lap during the sessions when it was quite.
throwing a bible or song book under his butt right after the prayer before you sit down.
hiding the book he needs next in my case.
tripping in the aisle as we passed eachother to go to the bathroom.
kicking or stomping the foot when they are giving an answer to mess them up
when he was on mike's and i'd answer i'd grab the mike and have a little tug o war.
seeing if you can get the last clap in the whole hall. tonnes of fun if it's a couple seconds after the majority dies down.
if either of us had to give a talk the other would be trying to make faces to mess him up.
writing captions like comics on the pictures in the watchtower study. so funny.
daring each other to give basic one word "jesus" or "jehovah" comments at the meeting when we were in our teens
pretend to try to comment all night but get missed cause you hesistate a moment too long to raise your hand. makes you look zealous.
daring eachother to answer the wrong paragraph.
i'm sure others have ways that they passed the time while they were too young to do anything about it.
let's here some funny storys of youthful kingdomhall mischief.