Cominski park, in Chicago Illinois was MY nightmare.
First, getting two young kids ready early in the morning every day,
second, fighting bumper to bumper traffic going into the city.
Third, finding a seat in the "nosebleed" section, with two young kids, meeting bags, food for lunch, and several bottles of juice/water to help the boys make it thru the day. And getting the frown look from the attendants and other loyal JW's in the section because we were LATE.
fourth, Broiling under the sun, with a tie on !
And then the ride home, horrible traffic, and stopping along the way to get some dinner, we were sooo sunburnt that eating made us sick.
One of my boys threw up in the meeting bag on the way home, and guess what I did?
Went home, cleaned all the books, and bag and got it ready for the next "wonderfully spiritual assembly day"
What possesed my wife and I to do this, now I don't know.
My kids absolutly hate anything to do with the JW's now, and they have no qualms in bringing up the nighmare episodes like the one i just wrote about !