I'll tell you'll right now, I wouldn't change a thing about my childhood, and let me tell you, it was not pleasant in the least. My dad was baptized the year I was born, so I had to deal with all the Witness crap till I hit 15, but I also dealt with physical, verbal emotional abuse from my dad, and also sexual abuse from an older step-brother, and several members of the ORG. But it all made me an empathetic, compassionate, hugely caring person. It was a huge climb, but I finally got on top of the mountain after thirty years struggle.
By the way, I did go back, became a pioneer and elder, but the facade of co-dependency finally brought me crashing down. In reality, it was my life-line, the final crash at the bottom of the stink...err....sink-hole.
Ah heck, my young neighbors are fighting again, I have to run quickly and take down my paintings and pictures.