Reading this post brought back a terrible memory for me.
Yes....I was just thinking the same thing. Just thinking about myself as a kid during those 8 day assemblies, sitting under the broiling sun day after day in a jacket and tie, for over a week, counting down the talks one by one until sometimes 9:00 at night, is just too much for me to talk about right now. It was utter misery for a little boy. I think it did me some damage in terms of developing the habit of zoning out for hours at a time just to cope.
It was utter religious fanatic, cult lunacy. The last one I attended was in 1974 when I got baptized, I'm thinking they did away with them after that. Everyone was so glad but they had to make it seem as if they were happy because Jehovah was lovingly providing a new direction for his followers and streamlining things due to the closeness of the end.
I seriously need to have a glass of beer or wine right now just to get rid of the anxiety this post has brought up.