I remember baking in the hot sun, with the outdoor district conventions. They would go on and on and on. The only thing I liked about them was lunch time. Back in the day, then I could grab the little coupons, ten to a page, each worth 10 cents. Tear them off, and get in return that Hoagie sandwhich, maybe some pudding, or maybe the bag of fruit. Don't forget the big choice of either Shasta cola or Lemon-Lime. Sometimes, in the 70's they would have a chocolate malt/ ice cream that you could get. As a kid, this time was ok, because then I could hang out with my friends. But then, of course the talks started all over again. Just torture. Those stadium seats would get so hot. My family often thought it was disrespectful to drink or eat during the program, so we would have to sit through it all. Hot and thirsty. And in my family there was no getting up to use the bathroom or get a drink. And then it would get late afternoon, and if you did not have direct sunlight, all of a sudden it would get very cold, and sometimes windy. No happy medium. Hot or cold.
Later our area switched to indoor conventions, so at least weather was not a problem. But the meetings were still boring as hell. I would get so pissed at the one day that just would start a little earlier, but end at least an hour later than other days. What a waste. One of the only relief I thought was when a new book would come out. Then there was an excuse to look at something else other than the boring ass speaker.
As a young adult, and my first real full time job, having to ask for time off to go to the district assembly. Oh, how embarrassing. Didn't get to take time off for something fun, like a real vacation or anything. Just time off without pay to go be bored. Of course, everyone asked, if it was so horrible, why did you go. They just didn't understand. Not that they ever could.
How many witnesses actually really enjoyed these assemblies? Did anyone really? Not that we could have admitted that then.