Thanks for sharing your story objectivetruth. The saying "you can't go home again" comes to mind when reading your recollections of growing up as a JW. No matter what situation a person was in, as a kid, they almost always manage to find something to look back upon, fondly. Even children who grew up in abusive homes and during war time manage to eke out a bit of fun for themselves of find something that makes their existence bearable. The one ordinary little thing that was good in their life, becomes a strong lifelong memory and can often be the very thing that kept them sane.
Sometime we idealize the experiences of our childhood. If you'd have grown up as a Mormon or in a family that (for example) campaigned heavily for the Democratic party or that ran a soup kitchen for the homeles, you would now be looking back fondly on all those nice people you met, the places you went or the experiences you had during that time, rather than on your JW related memories as you do now. The thing to remember is that just because you are able to look back on your past with such fondness, doesn't mean you need to go back there to be happy again, or that it was necessarily the right path for you to continue on, for an entire lifetime.
A lot of us can look back on our highschool days with fondness but towards the end of them, we wanted to move on and even though we have fond memories of those days, we wouldn't want to go back to them. If we were somehow able to, we would soon realize that it's better to hold memories than to relive them. Sometimes it's enough to be thankful we are able to find something good about our past . justas you are able to
Relating these stories can sometimes be quite draining...hopefully you will be able to find the energy to continue with yours. So far....so good.