I was raised a Jehovahs Witness from birth, but even as a little child I had my doubts. That's why I was never baptized. I believed in Jehovah but I just thought it was somehow a load of bullshit. I don't know exactly how to explaine it, but I just didn't totally buy into this cult.
I hated going to all the meetings, the bible studies and going door to door. Especially if we were canvassing a neighborhood where I knew somebody from my school. How embarrasing!
The one thing I loved was going to a conventoin at the Oakland Coliseum.
The time frame was the late 60's to mid 70's. By that time there were at least 2 false prophecies of the end of this wicked system of things that didn't come true during my lifetime. That was it for me. I was no longer a believer. I'm not stupid, the Orginization was and is obviously a false prophet in my book. Too many false predictions.
BUT!!! The conventions at the Oakland Coliseum were still a blast for me. My dad was what was considered an armchair JW, so we would spend most of the time wandering around the outside of the coliseum going from food tent to food tent.
The best treat I remember was the cantaloupe cut in half with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream in the middle, I still have fond memorie of how ggood that tasted. I must admit that I enjoyed the plays that they had on the stage on the baseball field, but I was just there for the entertainment and the food, the long boring talks were for scoping out the girls and just using my binoculars to look at anything but the boring speakers.