I think it was 23rd March 2008 for me, it was the night of the first TMS/SM after the memorial that year. A Tuesday.
I just stood outside the KH just after the "Amen" was said, and I thought, I am never, I can never, going back there again.
It was strange, I had been born in 58 years earlier, so it felt weird to say to myself that I was leaving the only world I had known, and maybe leaving all my family behind in that world. I felt free immediately though, I had made the decision, on my own totally, even my wife knew nothing of this, and a new life awaited.
There was a feeling of sadness too, I had grown up with the people in that Hall, I had seen them married, seen their children born and seen them grow, most were lovely people in so many ways.
I had no choice though, I could no longer be a part of it, even in a small way, now I knew TTATT.