I enjoyed going to meetings to see friends, but usually not for the talks.
I did enjoy them sometimes. Every once in a while, a speaker was gifted and got you interested from beginning to end. But that was rare - oh so rare. I can probably count those on one hand.
Other times I enjoyed it because it would deviate from the norm. I remember a circuit or district overseer bringing in a slideshow of a trip to some ancient lands. I really enjoyed seeing the pictures from these places, so I did enjoy some.
For the most part, it was so boring. I became an expert daydreamer. In fact, I think the JWs caused this trait. All through grade school, I did well, but the teachers always commented on my daydreaming in my report cards. During summer, when the drapes were open at the Hall and I could see trees, I'd watch them blow back and forth, dreaming I was out playing among trees. Or sometimes I could see a bird and watch them. There was a painting on the wall, I'd imagine being in that scenery. I'd try drawing (until my parents gave me dirty looks). I'd rehash the day's events and think about what I was going to do tomorrow. In short, ANYTHING, but concentrate on those boring talks. Not only boring, but repetative. Teach me something I don't know already!