I'm 36. Growing up in the 1980's I was FORCED to go out in service in a hot car in the summer with my parents, instead of having fun like I wanted. It was only Sunday, so I kinda didn't mind. By the 1990's and my teenage years, I was long gone from the Field Ministry. I also never fell for the peer-pressure of joining the TMS. I hated public speaking, and wouldn't be forced into it. I later got good at it in school because of having to do various presentations in various science classes. (the irony!) But even in 1990's, my "Generation" couldn't stand Field Service, and would do anything to get out of it, including LYING on time slips. So here we are, 20 years later, and my "Generation" has our own kids. Think my "Generation" pushes the next "overlapping-Generation" to do the very thing we detested with a passion, causing hardship in the home? Hell no!! That's not happening. As a matter of fact, my son has never stepped foot in a Kingdumb Hall, and wouldn't know one if he saw it, and would be turned off by it's bland architecture if he did see one. So take THAT, WT-Cult! You stole my childhood, but the cycle ended with me. Contributions boxes not being filled? No sh*t Sherlock? I haven't donated a CENT since I was 10 years old and started to wake up to the hypocrisy of the congregational "elite" who's kids could act like total heathens and get away with murder, while others like myself were good and yet it was never enough and we were constantly chastised for every little thing and treated like prisoners. Can you tell I'm bitter?