I was the only child of an elder. Whenever it was time to shop for shoes, coats or dresses, first Mother and I would scout out the stores' clearance racks for something modest, holding skirts and dresses against me to make sure the length was proper and befitting a modest Christian teen walking in the way of life. And shoes were more complicated! If Mom screened and approved them, it had to wait till Saturday after witlessing. Then my dad would come to the Mall with us and carefully scrutinize them for modesty, gaudiness, practicality, a proper example, bla-bla, thenIi had to put them on and walk in them to be sure they wouldn't stumble or be following a worldly fad! By then, I'd grown a size, lol! Talk about nerve wracking! The guys had to measure their hair so it didn't touch their collar and stumble the newly interested ones. If a family went out to eat, it shouldn't be to a fancy place, or you weren't putting King-Dumb interests first, using the money rather, to advance the Witlessing work. If you took a nice vacation, you had to fellowship with the "friends" in other lands and downplay the fun you had. Better still, every one had to take one of the charter tours to Mecca, er,Bethel