I can't say that as a teenager and young adult, I really enjoyed getting up Sat. morning and meeting at the KH to go out in service. I also did not like getting up early on Sunday to attend the meeting, and then meet for service in the afternoon. After a full week of school, and five meetings, there was still the service to get in and the mags and books to place. But, usually, once I got into it, I really did enjoy meeting and talking with all sorts of folks. You might say, it was one of the rare occasions that I got to converse with "worldly people", and no one thought it was a bad thing. I was very good at being a publisher. People seemed to like my sincerity and knowledge of the scriptures, so I had lots of return calls and studies. I took it all very seriously in those days. I was kept so busy, that the questions I had, lay dorment in the back of my mind, until shortly after I had a stint at Pioneering after I graduated HS. That was an eye opener.
I did what I was told to do when I was young. My mother set the example, and we followed her. Unless we were ill, or it rained, or there was a blizzard, we were out there pounding the sidewalk. The highlights of service were when we got to take the country territories. You could maybe get to four houses in two hours. It was relaxing, and the conversation was "usually" about "someone else". There were very few women in our congregation who drove, let alone have cars to use during the daytime. So, if you ever got to ride around in a car, it was a real treat. Most of the time, we just worked the territories that we were dropped off at, or walked to.
Sentinel/Karen