"Some boys learn how to bring these emissions on,"
the Boy Scout Handbook told me (page near the end):
this seemed more important than, say, a five mile
hike or how to tie a real sheep shank. Then, Sweet
Tommy showed me . . . yes!
J-Called
Author's Notes/Comments:
I do not know which edition of the Handbook was in use in the summer of 1969, when I joined.
I was amazed how the people who seemed so glad, in Cub Scouts, that I chose to join their Scouting Troop, acted like they hardly knew me once I joined. My parents rewarded my seventh grade GPA of 3.5 with permission to cancel my membership in the Scouts. I never told them that I had been subjected to corporal abuse because I could not run fast enough.