I havent been to an assembly in 4 years but the last one I was at I did feel the wave of nostalgia sweep over me.
I though about it a lot after and came to the conclusion that it is very similar to the feeling I get if I hear "White Christmas" while at my local coffee shop in December. The frosty air, the enticing smells, all take me to a certain place in my brain.
Likewise, the standing at an assembly during a song, seeing everyone singing, thinking of how much history I share with them, all takes me to a long remembered place.
But!
Remember that illustration in (Live Forever book?) about the candy dropped in the gutter and how you wouldnt want to eat it?
That illustration applies 100% to the words and thoughts that come pouring out through that microphone at assemblies.
Then what comes to my mind is all the good people wrongly DFd by harsh elders applying their "opinions" willy nilly over others lives. I think about all the dead, who cannot sing anything, because they tried to adhere to the teachings on blood that are imposed on them.
Their teachings are from the gutter and the feelings and the music and the companionship are the brightly wrapped candy.
Thank you writing committee for that wonderful illustration!