tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481294.post603351317883638162..comments2024-03-28T21:55:59.030-04:00Comments on David's Tangled Thoughts: Not Cut OutDavidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00127042364846361909noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481294.post-377790142913064592009-08-29T22:15:02.201-04:002009-08-29T22:15:02.201-04:00I wanted to join the boy scouts. Nearly need with...I wanted to join the boy scouts. Nearly need with some of my friends in fourth grade. I was living with my grandma at the time and I knew with the farm work and all, there would never be any time available. From what I've seen boy scouts here were nothing like you described.<br /><br />And... squash? That's a treat... not a side dish?Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00127042364846361909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481294.post-79618715413084331732009-08-27T13:17:16.724-04:002009-08-27T13:17:16.724-04:00Who the hell thought boot camp for kindergartners ...<i>Who the hell thought boot camp for kindergartners was a good idea?</i><br /><br />Someone who doesn't know anything about children? Someone confused enough to think they'd <i>like</i> it? Presumably someone who liked the idea of moulding children into responsible adults, but didn't like children.<br /><br />I was pushed into something similar when I was ten. A row of schoolboys being shouted at by a man in camoflague gear and a crew cut. He kept shouting we were a disgrace and needed "dicipline".<br /><br />I didn't have the courage to walk out in the middle of his rant, but I worked up the nerve to look at him with contempt. He caught sight of my expression and...faltered slightly, never looking my way again.<br /><br />I stayed for the squash and cookies, and never went back. So much for the boy scouts.Kapitanohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14647896216499813443noreply@blogger.com