Personal Narrative Essay On Boy Scouts Journey

It was just an ordinary day when my mom asked me if I wanted to go to the National Scout Jamboree in West Virginia. Immediately I said yes. Not knowing what in the world a jamboree was, I asked my mom what it was. I was them able to realize that this trip was a trip of a lifetime.

We went to southwestern Colorado to learn more about the history of the Anasazi Indians. The amalgamation of tribes which lived thousands of years ago in the American Southwest. We had brought along a minimum amount of cash (approximately $150.00 each). Because we were going to spend only one night in a motel and camp during the rest of the trip. We hiked many miles. Covering closes to twenty miles a day. Our entire club began to get tired and irritated on the third day. But the rewards were worth the effort. Although our trek was long and arduous. I will never forget the sight of the Mesa Verde cliff dwellings in the early morning sunlight on June

Once I got to the trail, I saw the rest of my classmates. We all had heavy coats and boots for the trail. The trail was 5 miles long, so we all had to be prepared.

As a St. James middle school boy, I was all about hunting, even though I hadn’t ever been. My dad, being the awesome guy that he is, said he’d take me if I genuinely wanted to go. Little did I know, my dad had been studying up for this on YouTube because he knew the worst part comes after you shoot a deer and have to clean it. He watched video after video learning how to properly clean a deer before you take it to a shop for it to be processed. The only thing that I knew I wanted to do was shoot a deer!

When it turned dark we were ready to do our solo hikes. Scared out of my mind doing it. My leader for the eagles took a long time to get to the solo hike. The area almost pitch

Scouting will continue to teach respect and dignity to all people regardless of their ethnic background their skin color or their religious believes. The challenge in America is many scouting organizations belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints which may or may not except other religions. However there are many scouting organizations that are not sponsored by the church those organizations will welcome boys from all backgrounds.

I take a deep breath and start down the dirt path to where I will live for the next twelve days. The air is crisp, oddly like autumn for an August afternoon. I pull my thin cotton T-shirt closer to my body. I already miss the stifling dry heat. !follow the other two kids and the camp counselor in front of me, trying to avoid turning my ankle on the roots in the path that seem to pop up from nowhere. The boys in front of me don't seem nervous, they're joking with the counselor like they've been friends forever even though they had only just met. I paste a too-stiff smile across my thirteen-year-old cheeks and try to close the distance between myself, the boys, and the counselor. The counselor stops abruptly by a patch of knee-high grass just before a fork in the road and turns to me. I feel my face redden. The counselor is around nineteen years old with curly chestnut hair fashioned in a short haircut that has clearly grown out throughout the long summer months, a stray curl loops around their unpierced ear and rests against their cheek; they have an

For my sophomore project I did a three week course that consisted of river rafting ninety miles down the Deschutes and backpacking the Three Sister’s wilderness. The first week was spent mostly on boats, rafting through the summer sun twelve miles a day with tarps supported by paddles to sleep under at night. As physically and mentally straining as was, it only got more difficult in the next two weeks. We moved to our starting point miles away from the Sisters Mountains. I spent the next fourteen days hiking long distances with a fifty pound backpack on, very limited food, and bleached water. The most impactful part of this trip was the forty-eight hour solo. Two days with no food or company is a very interesting experience that most people

The Boy Scouts of America (BSA) is a well-known youth organization incorporated over one hundred years ago. My impression of the BSA is an organization whose members include courteous and capable young men going camping, building things, and volunteering for various community service projects. According to “Scouting.org”, the BSA’s official website, part of the scout oath is “…to help other people at all times; to keep myself physically strong, mentally awake, and morally straight.” “Morally straight,” of course, includes being of good character and the BSA uses that very terminology in their oath. Still, it is ironic that the BSA has a long history of denying homosexuals the opportunity to join since its inception. Prior to 2014, the “Membership Standards Resolution” on the BSA website, stated “…we do not grant membership to individuals who are open or avowed homosexuals or who engage in behavior that would become a distraction to the mission of the BSA.” Discriminating against anyone

At the time of my third Boy Scout summer camp I was becoming an older scout within the troop as most of the older members who used to be there had moved on and younger scouts were replacing them. Before going I was expecting my friend, Evan Marr, to be the Senior Patrol Leader for the week but his baseball team was more successful than expected and he could not go. I was expecting to be the Assistant Senior Patrol Leader for the weekend but I had been promoted at the last minute. I was 13, never lead a group of people and now I was responsible for a troop of fifteen to twenty people. I was thrown into the fire.

Ever since I was a young kid I’ve always had a habit for helping others. From early on was I was that adorable little kid going around trying to make everyone’s day better by giving them a hug or helping them when they fell down. Around the same young age I joined the Cub Scouts that helped to foster simple ideas of community service that would go on to fully develope when I made the transition to the Boy Scouts. For much of my time I’ve always just stayed to small things like helping out with community service though the Boy Scouts and later my own eagle scout project, or simply showing small acts of kindness by holding a door open or helping someone pick up their belongings. It wasn’t until recently when I took my first biology class in highschool

The most important experience of my life so far was participating in the Boy Scouts of America (BSA). I joined my troop when I was eleven and rose through the ranks to become an Eagle Scout when I was sixteen. That title should indicate a person with leadership experience, willingness to try new things, excellence of character, and commitment to both the community of Scouting and the world as a whole.

In the 2nd grade I made one of the most influential decision’s in my life, to become a Cub Scout of Pack 920. In Cub Scouts I learned basic skills of character and service. When I was in fifth grade I crossed over into Boy Scouts Troop 87. Boy Scouts taught me how to improve my character and leadership skills. Boy Scouts has given me many opportunities to volunteer in my community. Boy Scouts has given me the necessary skills to be an effective member of National Junior Honor Society.

When I was ten years old I made one of the most lasting decisions I have ever made – joining Boy Scouts. Inspired by my Dad, Uncle, and Grandfather – all Eagle Scouts – I embarked on a journey that forever changed the course of my life. My first Scout leader was a Naval Academy graduate and Naval Aviator. Additional Scout leaders and mentors were Army Rangers, Marines, and Navy SEALs. Common through all of them, regardless of how they served, was an esprit de corps, rooted in the mystique of their character. Inspired by their example, I received my first “thin letter” from the U.S. Navy stating that, although they appreciated my interest in joining, 13 years of age was just too young. The Navy would send me another “thin letter” the first

Service is the ability to help, or do work for someone. When I think of service I think of Boy Scouts or the military. I say this because in boy scouts we help the community. We help with town events, like City Wide Cleanup. It is an event that we go around collecting unwanted items from people. The military is a big service to keep our country safe.