Mine was when I was about ten years old or so back in the mid sixties. We had a guy in our K.Hall who actually lived through the 1914 experience (Earl Senior). He was well into his seventies I guess even then and was one of the Annointed. Very much repsected and revered. Anyway, one day I asked him about what had happened during that time. He told me he and his other Bible Students (they didn't go by JW yet, I don't believe) friends were told and believed the event of Christ's return was to be on a particular day. When that evening came, they went to bed and expected to wake up in the New System! I asked him what happened the next morning when no such event took place and what was their reaction? He said, " Oh when we realized we were wrong, we all just laughed about it". That's all he said, but even as a young boy I realized the gravity of that situation. I imagined being back there in that time and being fed the whole 'end of the world thing' and it not coming true. OK, I'd be pissed, definately. I'd feel betrayed and decieved. I'd be forced to re-evaluate my belief system. But humar would be the last emotion I would feel. Ironically, this turning point and realization that my religion was 'not quite right', was a foreshadowing of a future event. When 1975 came and went and again nothing happened, it was the thing that help me to make the decision to leave, for good.
Thanks Earl, you actually helped me more than you know . . .