I'm sure I was at that Convention. It was in Seattle Center Memorial Stadium in the same complex as the Space Needle. I was the little boy in the bleachers scared to death by all the adults who were saying we had to be prepared for Armegeddon and an all out attack on Jehovah's people by Satan the Devil, any day. I had a notebook and was told to write Jehovah, Jesus and Satan at the top of the page. Then everytime the speaker said one of those names, I was suppose to make a hash mark under the corresponding name. At the end we had to count up all the Jehovah's , Jesus' and Santan's we had heard.
I often wonder what it would have been like to grow up without the expectation of my father and the rest of world being destroyed by God because they didn't want to become Jehovah's Witnesses? What would it have been like to spend 8 hours a day 5 days in a row, learning something that would have benefited me now?
I used to like that they served cantaloupe sliced in half with a scoop of ice cream in the center. When I got a little older I always volunteered to work in food service mostly because I wanted to wear one of those paper hats but I also worried that if I didn't, it would be displeasing to Jehovah and I might not be considered worthy to be in the New System. Starting at about 9 I worked at a Pop Stand and I remember having an apron with pockets that were filled with change. I can't beleive they let a little kid do that and expected me to keep track of the money, but I did it. I used to fill up about a dozen cups and have them ready for the crowd because I didn't want anyone to get mad at me for having to wait. There was a Brother who went from stand to stand and monitored us. I remember getting counseled not to have so many cups of Pop ready on my table because they'd go flat before anyone had bought them. I remember being just crestfallen that I had failed at my job.