No good memories.
I went out In service as a teen. The feeling of not being enough if I didn’t then the feeling of shame of having to face school mates after the weekend service, they either saw me around town or they saw me at their door. I felt so ashamed and then I felt guilty for it but I felt that I needed to go as my siblings were doing service EVERY weekend.
Was horrible. In those days we needed to ask for a donation for the watchtower and the awake publications. I felt so guilty asking for it.
Didn’t helped me to make friends in school as I was dubbed “she’s a Jehovah’s”.
I was a shy child and very naive.
I had only one friend in school at a time, either primary or high school, the other leftover (like me) that nobody wanted to be seen with. Nonetheless they were true and trustworthy friends.