Mom baptized when I was 5. My mother was and is a cheap person. So it suited her not to celebrate anything. Most presents we got when we were kids, was from our relatives. We were jealous of xmas and halloween because of the presents and candy. We hardly ever had family get togethers unless my worldly dad visited them.
Since my dad left everything to my mom - we were girls anyway - we were dragged to all the meetings and field service. My brother escaped - because he was a boy and my dad's only interest - and he had friends and did things that were fun.
My personal experience was a life of depression, fear, anger and anxiety. My dream of being an artist was hampered by the idea of God killing me after I became of a "knowing" age. Certainly 1975 would be my last. Several times I stopped eating for days because of that fear. When I reached the age of 20, I didn't know what to do with myself.
Great and wonderful wasted life. That really is the evil of the WT. Take away dreams and life from people.