I remember being read to at night from my book of bible stories. Not fun to fall asleep to the Rape of Dinah.
As the daughter of an elder who traveled to give talks on Sundays, I was told to be a good example, which meant I had to sit very still in my lacey frou frou dresses, and of course, keep my knees together. Bonus was eating out for lunch. I felt proud of my dad and better than everyone.
Bonus for attending conventions was the hotel swimming pool- the only vacation we ever took. It was always very hot and miserable.
everyday having to stand up in class and NOT salute the flag.
holidays were "just another day" except everything was closed.
having no friends my own age and hanging out w weird older JWs.
All the being different made me so wrongfully arrogant.
At a certain point, maybe 12, sitting at the meetings began to cause me terrible back pain and I started to fill up notebooks with what looked like notes but were actually reasoned arguments against the point being presented. My mom was furious when she realized what I had been doing.
She looked at me with so much fear and hatred when I said I didn't believe.