"Some boys learn how to bring these emissions on,"
the Boy Scout Handbook told me (page near the end):
to me---more important than, say, hikes or square
knots. Then, sweet and beautiful, GingerThereToo
showed me how. Oh . . . 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.
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