Long ago when I was a boy, my dad said something about me checking on the Boy Scouts because he thought it might be a good thing for me to get involved in. He even got me a subscription to their magazine. I was interested in Scouting, but when I found out about all the perverted shit that went on at their camp outs, I didn't want anything to do with them. I really had to come up with some stupid shit reasons for not wanting to join, but I finally convinced him that it wasn't for me. Besides, we had land in the rural area where we lived and I could camp out whenever I wanted. I camped out by myself and sometimes with friends who weren't perverts.
Smart intuitive kid.
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