My mom got baptised when I was 2, and I was raised in, but I didn't get baptised until I was 35. I went to meetings whenever Mom could take us. She had 8 kids and Dad wasn't interested in getting baptised, although he studied off and on. He was a drinker and a lady's/man's, and he didn't want to give up his lifestyle. Also he thought the JWs were a bunch of spies.
As I grew up, I went to the meetings when Mom could go, I really enjoyed the meetings, but I saw too much reproving and punishing for my liking. A very zealous 15-year old Sister, who was my age, was reproved (or whatever it was called back then, I don't remember) and cried so hard, during the meetings, that she was reinstated in a week. I was quite shy and thought if anything happened to me like that I'd have to run away. I also hated the way JW husbands would crook their fingers at their wives to have them go to whomever was crooking. The hubbys would be shaking heads and fingers from across the Hall at their wives which reminded me of a man and his trained dog/monkey. Couldn't handle that. So, I continued to study and attend meetings off and on until I had 3 kids of my own and decided it was 'now or never' make a decision one way or the other. So I prayed and got up the courage to go to the new KH(we had just moved from Washington state to Kentucky) and asked for a study ao I could get baptised. I did get baptised in 1985, so did my kids.
Anyway, Take care,
AB