I am an Old Fart born in the early 1950's so have very early memories of Conventions, the eight day ones were hard for a young kid, and for this kids bum !
I remember Volunteering in the Food Service when I was about eight, got the job of washing up the Trays they served the slop in, stood out in the Sun way too long doing it, ended up with mild Sunstroke. Nobody told me to stop, take a rest in the shade or anything, until my mum came along, realised I wasn't too well, and took me back to my seat, oh yes, Happy Times !
I do remember the atmosphere, a sort of muted excitement, the camaraderie, and I remember in my Teens, when even then I had doubts, looking around and thinking, " All these people believe the same, they can't all be wrong", typical JW faulty reasoning, a bit like the Restaurant who advertised " We have the best food in Town ! 10,000 Flies can't be wrong !".
I think the whole thing now has got steadily more boring, and the "Spiritual Food" LOL, is now so puerile and has no depth, nothing to "get your teeth in to", just "same old, same old".
I do have fond memories, and there were many truly lovely people in the Org, but I was never truly happy in my whole life, until I left.