When I was a child, I used to make sure there was a little piece of thread in my pocket. I would pull it out during the meeting and very carefully tie knots...trying to build a bigger knot in the middle. This was seriously a regular survival tactic. I would be so desperate if I realized I had forgotten a string.
Also, there were bathroom breaks. I would very foolishly stand up and go down the long side of of chairs, just to make the break THAT much longer. Finally one sister stopped me and yell-whispered "Why do you go THiS way? You disturb every single person in this whole row!! Go the other way!!!' She had to say this to me, because my mother was so oblivious, completely enraptured by the meetings, and had no idea what I was doing. I was petrified by the sisters comment and never did it again, and always rued that I couldn't, cuz that was like 10 more seconds of meeting time without something to do.
Oh my god, it was so miserable. A little hell for children. I'm so glad I survived that first 40 years, and never, ever have to go to a meeting again, until it's funerals for family members :(.
When I had my own kids, I would stay in the nursing room like half an hour at a time. When they got older, we would go for walks around the KH. We used to watch bees and ants. The interminable circuit assemblies were the worst. Toward the end it was so bad. I tried all I could do not to start screaming during meetings. I had to constantly tap my feet or hands just to stay in control.
Never, ever, ever again!! Ever ever!!!!!!!! And service too!!!!!!!! Always HATED service. Funny thing is, that since I left, I always jump at every opportunity to go knock on neighbors doors! Whether passing out fliers about block parties or a school campaign or whatever. It's so weird cuz I always hated service. I guess it's a life habit and I get my fix this way.