My brother Larry was a Boy Scout and I so wanted to do all the cool things he was doing. So as soon as I was old enough my Mother let me join the Cub Scouts.
I was so proud of my blue uniform with yellow kerchief with a wolf on it and my blue Cub Scout hat with yellow piping. The best part of the meeting was snack time as our Den Mother provided us with fresh homemade doughnuts. Platters and platters of them. Sometimes there would be ice cream there too. Some of the projects were interesting and fun.
However, the Den Mother was a real controlling bitch who shouted at us all the time. And when it came to earning your merit badges you had better make sure that all your i’s were crossed and your t’s dotted. Oh yeah, did I mention that I’m mildly dyslexic too?
Our meetings were 2 hours long. I was usually pretty good for the first hour. After that I would become restless and agitated. And annoyed when the Den Mother told me I can’t have a 5th doughnut. Usually by that time I’d lose it and get kicked out of the meeting.
This went on for about 6 months and finally came to a head when I told the Den Mother to go to hell. I was kicked out of the Cub Scouts! Banned for eternity from the Cub Scouts! Banished, never to become a Boy Scout. I was hurt, very hurt! Emotionally scared for life. In retrospect it wouldn’t have been so bad if the Den Mother wasn’t my MOM, but how could MY VERY OWN MOM kick her son out of the Cub Scouts? Bitch!