I too was a 'Born-in' but much later at 1982...
I never went through the 75 ordeal and never had that let down...
My earliest memories are of the Yellow book (no the yellow pages, the My Book Of Bible Stories) I even had the stories on tape too, which my mum made me listen too whilst i was a sleep...
For 24 years I ate slept and lived JW... To me it was real, I had the life and had to share it, I had witnessed miracles and really tried to feel the love... But that was it, I had no love... Not really... Not for their god, not for the religion... It was for people, others...
Both in and out of JWs... And thats all I've ever wanted to do, it used to sadden me when i was the only young person doing the gardens... Making the grounds nice... Helping the elderly with theirs gardens... Making sure people were looked after...
But being scared of Armeggedon???
I lie awake at night often, sweating, thinking... "nashing of their teeth"... "worse than a man of faith"..."I do not know you"...
I am gripped still..."Bring a boy up on a certain path in his youth, and in his manhood... He will not turn away from it"
This seems to be the case... I am split... Torn...
I'm glad that it may drift...