I hated it too.
The earliest I can remember going out was when I was four and the last time I think I went out was when I was 19. My parents were very inconsistance when it came to meetings and field service attendence so I don't have any amusing tales about Jehovah's slave labor, except for the time when a really nice buff black guy without a shirt on came to the door.
I always thought something was wrong with me too cause I couldn't stand going out in field service. That's one of the reasons why I never got baptised.
Josie
Edited by - jozb5 on 28 August 2002 13:45:2