In my early teens, I remember that when they would read a scripture and tell us it meant this or that, I would read the context and think " No, it doesn't say that at all!"
And the scripture where Jesus is saying "My yoke is kindly and my load is light" I remember thinking that if the load we were all under was light, I would HATE to see what was considered heavy by those standards.
Getting in a bad car accident at 16 on the way home from an assembly and spending 3+ months in a body cast flat on my back because the back is hard to operate on with the restriction of no blood, and I felt forced to choose the body cast (not that my parents ever pressured, but I was well trained and knew what I was expected to say) so that I could be a "good girl" even though I desperately wanted the surgery and would have been up and walking within a week or two instead of spending all that time on my back.
Went through terrible experiences with an elder with a power complex (my whole family did) and trying to make someone do something about it ( CO telling my Mom to deal with it because this wasn't Disneyland!) Going home from meetings and seeing how stressed my parents were over everything. Ironically, my parents are still there, while all of their children have said no thanks to the whole thing.
Got married at 18 and immediately moving to another hall, and finding out that the aforementioned elder (who had eventually been removed because enough people complained to a new CO but was quickly reappointed when the CO asked my parents to attend anothr hall where they were more needed) had called his buddy, the PO of the new hall, and told him that my husband and I were"troublemakers." Started missing meetings very frequently for not wanting to deal with the rumor mills swirling about us. all of this started my fade at 18.
Got pregnant and realized that there was no way in hell that I would refuse a transfusion for me or my child should it ever become necessary because I would not leave my child without a mother or let my child die without one hell of a fight first. And knowing I did not want my child to go through the torture of school like I did unable to participate in anything and feeling so out of place. Plus, I knew I didn't beleive what I had been taught anyways, which made what I had gone through seem all that much more futile.
That's all I can think of right at the moment.