As a teenager i liked going to the big assemblies--not with parents--no way ! Camping with my pals---eyeing up the girls and getting pissed.-
Then i ended up married to a born in ball breaker--and assemblies meant sitting on my ass all day attending the sessions--bored stiff and wanting a beer.
The final assembly for me was a big one at the old Wembley stadium London UK--it rained non stop and we went home early. Never again.