Knowing since early childhood that our father was going to be destroyed at Armegeddon because he didn't want to get baptized after being studied with.
Anxiety and sleeplessness caused by worrying over how I was going to help my little sisters live through the trubulation. I was afraid I'd renounce Jehovah and be destroyed if anyone threatened to hurt them. (great stuff for an eleven year old boy to be carrying around)
Sitting on bleachers in the hot sun all day and then into the evening listening to talks being blasted over loudspeakers that I thought sonded like rantings from Adolph Hitler. I had to wear my brothers ill fitting hand me down meeting clothes. The pants were held up by a big diaper pin with a plastic duck on it and I was too embarrassed to take off the jacket for fear everyone would see it. I baked in the sun for days with my suit jacket on. One time a sister behind us tapped my mom on the shoulder and told her she needed to take me out of the sun. I got to go sit on the concrete steps up in a shaded area and I thought it was such a treat.
Running into kids from school at the door.
Living in a no mans land of not feeling "good enough" to be a Witness but not being "bad enough" to be part of things at school.
Feeling guilty because I didn't want to read the "new releases" after the Convention .
Feeling guilty for hating going in service during the afternoon break at the assembly. It was torture knowing you had an entire afternoon and evening of religion to endure when you got back to the convention grounds.