Yuck assemblies and conventions.
I never in 20 years enjoyed one. They were hard work with a young family, expensive and boring.
Sitting in a football/rugby ground - designed for men in casual clothes - in your new/best clothes and heeled shoes trying to keep warm, dry and awake.
I remember the last prayer always seemed to go on and on and if you were holding a tired child in your arms standing near the top of terraced seating you felt very unstable, and then everybody clapped afetr the prayer, was it because it was sooo good or because ha had at last finished. I will never know ( I never clapped).
Then joy of joys at the next SM we could discuss it all.
I miss them like a hole in the head.