I was a Boy Scout, a Scoutmaster and a Girl Scout leader. No comments about the last one, please.
I was first in the Cub Scouts, then the Webelos, and finally the Boys Scouts. I was interested in staying in scouting in order to earn as many merit badges as I could and to eventually earn the rank of Eagle Scout. The entire time, I belonged to a troop and a den that was run by a Den Mother as opposed to a male. She had male assistants, but she ran things. Her son or sons were scouts in our den also, and at least one of my two brothers was a member too. I don’t recall all of the details after so many decades have passed, so forgive me my lack of clarity. I can’t even remember the Den Mother’s name.
My departure from scouting was both unexpected and abrupt. It occurred due to my mother and stepfather first separating and then divorcing each other after ten years of marriage when I was 14 years old. Almost everything in the family turned upside down, and scouting was one of many corners of my life that completely dissipated as a result of the breakup and a result of the ensuing ripples that permeated the crumbled household.
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