What were they thinking

Nov 12th, 2014 | By | Category: Laurie's Blog

I wrote in an earlier post about my first real bush walk but what I didn’t write at that time was why I didn’t think that I would enjoy it.

I was a cub and then a scout; a member of 9th Box Hill Troop. I’m not sure why, but the troop I belonged to was full of kids I didn’t know and I guess like my Sunday School experience, I didn’t really enjoy it. In fact I really went under sufferance and in many ways because I was forced to go.

I enjoyed some of the suff we did – chalk chases and some of the other games – I never really saw a lot of point in learning how to tie knots or do some of the other stuff that earnt competency badges and I put a lo of that down to an incident that happened fairly early on in my scouting career.

One weekend the troop headed off to Mt Ritchie for a camping adventure. Most kids had packs and sleeping bags, but not me, I carried a suitcase, complete with blankets and pillows. Anyone who has experienced the badge of outcast will know how stupid I felt having to lug a suitcase up a mountain track for a few miles until we got to the campsite. I have no idea what Mum and Dad were thinking sending me off like that. I’m certain they didn’t mean to humilaite me or to isolate me, and I know that we didn’t have access to things like proper hiking gear. No matter the reason it put me off wanting to hike for a long time.

Somehow I got made a sixer, not because I’d earnt more badges than the other kids, nor because I’d shown any great leadership potential but I think because at one time I became the oldest in the troop and was soon to be graduating for scouts.   I continued on through scouts but never went onto senior scouts.  I think that maybe that first hike really did colour the experience for the worst.

A suitcase for crying out loud! What were they thinking?

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