When I was about 7 or 8, I was at a door with my mom. It was freezing cold and we were at this guy's door for what seemed liked an hour at the time. He wasn't interested, he was just being argumentative. Back in the 80's JWs never backed down from that.
After a while my feet started to hurt because of the cold so I started to shift and bounce a bit to ease the pain. After noticing how cold I was the householder told my mom that she should be ashamed of herself for bringing such a young kid out in these temperatures. When we left the house my mom told me off for not hiding the fact that my feet were frost bitten. She started telling me stories about brothers in concentration camps that endured the pain. What a dufus my mom was when it came to the "truth".