With all the talk about the Book Study recently I couldn't help recalling the old 'group' we used to go to from about 1970. I remember the smell of those books, the drone of the study conductor and the struggle - often in vain - to keep my eyes open.
I remember my old ministry briefcase and the kitchen of the sister where we used to meet for field service. She was my best friends Mum. I can still feel the biting wind at Twickenham conventions and the overheated, dehydrating stuffiness of Bowes Rd Assembly Hall.
I remember shuffling the snow with my shoes at the doors of homes I didn't want to be at. I was 'getting my hours in'. I remember an awful lot of faces - young and old - and most of them were likeable and I thought they were my friends.
This is where I came from, maybe you did too.
I'm glad I've moved on and I'd be happy to do what I can in exposing the hypocrisy of the Watchtower and helping others to get out but; I don't want to get too bitter.
But it isn't easy when my JW family go out of their way to avoid me, when any association we do have is a stunted, awkward charade.