in the UK--1959 i would think. Twickenham. the first big assembly i went to with mom. dad didnt go--i was 11 years old.. mom and i stayed in a large old house--the small room i slept in was full of old blankets covered in cat hairs. i was asthmatic. perfect.
i have no recollections of the assembly. the last thing i was interested in was sitting listening to someone banging on about religion.
what most certainly did interest me--was being on Wimbledon raiway station when a big express steam train came hurtling through. i managed to persuade mom to let me stay at the railway station each evening while she went to get her god fix. i was there each evening till it got dark... train spotting. my idea of heaven.
can you imagine an 11 year old kid alone all evening on a station platform these days ?