I was 8 going on 9 in 1975. My parents, who had converted from Catholocism in 1960, were so certain that 1975 was the year that we lived in a shack on a large block of land. Another shack contained provisions for the great tribulation - a massive storage area of tinned food which I was told never to talk about to non-family members. My biggest concern as a child was that I wouldn't be able to withstand the torture and persecution that we all knew we would be subjected to during the GT. Scenarios of degradation similar to those experienced by the Jews during the holocaust filled my mind - as an 8 year old.
The year before I started school we went on an expensive 3 month family trip to the homeland (Italy) with my parents primary objective being to witness to and convert the extended family. Great holiday, but they failed.
1976 arrived and my parents completely bought the company line that the organisation had never stated that 1975 was the year! Plans were immediately set in motion to build a large and comfortable house and to secure a solid financial future, but they remained committed Dubs. Unbelievable really.