tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post115275864264670211..comments2023-10-30T11:48:18.515-04:00Comments on MUSHY'S MOOCHINGS: A SCOUT IS FRIENDLY, COURTEOUS, & KINDfuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-54949852933674666062007-02-11T08:42:00.000-05:002007-02-11T08:42:00.000-05:00Man, that's great stuff. When I lived in England, ...Man, that's great stuff. When I lived in England, Missouri, and Ft. Worth, where we got real snow, we used to throw snowballs at cars in the winter, crabapples a few times in summer in Missouri. Kids, lookin' for the excitement of combat. There's nothing like the excitement of being chased. Bunch of older kids took out after my buds and I one night, Ft. Worth, about 1977. We were walking around in the middle of the night with sling shots that we had shoplifted from the local five and dime, looking for mischief, but the older kids were driving. Their car passed is and then spun out as they turned around and came after us. We ran and ended up hiding in bushes in an apartment complex as they drove around lookin' for us, and then slinked back to our houses by a circuitous rout. Hilarious to think of it now. That was a fun time.<BR/><BR/>I tried being a cub scout in England in the 60s when I was in the second or third grade, but the feel was different when your outdoor activities are taking place in some dudes back yard. There was also the fact that at that time, any kid going to school wearing a uniform was gonna take a huge amount of shit from most of the other kids. Add to that the fact that the folks got me the wrong hat. I didn't like being laughed at back then, or now, so I didn't stick with it. Did love the boy scout manuals, and those magazines. Still have them, up in the attic. I remember some cool initiation ceremony where my dad held me upside down in front of a room full of other kids and their dads. Was I dreaming that or did it really happen? Didn't go camping for the first time till I was in college though, in about 1980. Great post.FHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04261425729050948728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1152837542759895692006-07-13T20:39:00.000-04:002006-07-13T20:39:00.000-04:00I certainly thought I was headed out, but to which...I certainly thought I was headed out, but to which place I wasn't so sure!fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16443701.post-1152824524857106832006-07-13T17:02:00.000-04:002006-07-13T17:02:00.000-04:00Rvil child! I wonder which would be worse: if his...Rvil child! I wonder which would be worse: if his was the first face you saw in heaven or the first face you saw in hell? Maybe he won't recognize you...Ron Southernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08604305014713612990noreply@blogger.com