They talk about us being imperfect humans, in need of Christ's ransom sacrifice, bla-bla, but never cut you any slack, as that imperfect person, if you make a mistake! They expect you to tow the line with all the silly rules. And everything is wrong, wrong, wrong. Seemed like they killed all the fun in life, the life God gave us to enjoy. Doom and gloom. Don't take part in this, don't share in that.
There were so many snotty ones at the Hall, real backstabbers, and you had to mingle with them anyway, put a smile on your face and chat before and after the meetings. If you were an elder's kid, you had to walk on eggshells to be an example and not make your Father look bad.
The awful clothes, and panty hose when it was hot, then freezing in the cold with bare legs, just no common sense in what we had to go around wearing in public.
The shame of being an honors student and the rest of your class knowing you couldn't go to college. Trying to finish homework in the parking lot late at night while waiting for the elder's meeting to finish,up after the service meeting.
Being badgered to comment at the Watchtower meeting. The mildewy, musty, damp odor in the Hall built next to a rusty creek Reading the daily text before breakfast on camping trips, and saying a prayer before meals ("shall we bow our heads in prayer?) Ugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!