Reading everyone elses posts has also reminded me of a few things.
I remember my mum and aunt talking about where they would have to flee too if the persecution started to get bad. This was during the 1970's, but it also reminded me of my father. He has always kept a stock of food in the boot of his car 'just in case we have to make a run for it,' and he still has that regularly rotated stock of food and emergency supplies there now, 'just in case'.
And I wonder why nothing ever felt permanent to me as a child and why I always felt insecure with other people who could at any time turn on me just for being a JW.