The pictures got to me, the stories about children being destroyed because of their parents. You know, even if you are good to your kids, they still know parents weaknesses-my dad was not a JW and my mom didn't get baptised until I was an adolescent. She smoked until I was 7 and she drank more than I thought was good even then. In the meantime, I had visions of concentration camps(that is how I interpreted persecution) and figured I'd be lucky to get my period before the new system. As I am now in menopause, that fear now seems to be unfounded;)
I feared for all of my school friends, knowing they were doomed. I worried I wouldn't be able to withstand them trying to get a confession out of me or whatever they might do to torment me. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I was a great reader and read vast amounts about Nazi Germany/Holocaust, Indian captives and other dramatic things that just fed my fears with jet fuel. I met a few holocaust survivors just to cap off that fear. I remember wondering if we would get tattoos.
I did have a horrific fear of persecution and used to daydream(daymare?) through meetings about what that could entail. I also remember seeing signs saying that " trespassers will be prosecuted". I was a kid-prosecuted/persecuted. I thought that persecution was kind of harsh for mere trespassing someones yard!
It is funny, I really NEVER had the sense that JWs would "win". And how right I was!