The Raid of the Boy Scouts

The raid of the boy scouts

"Rrrooarr"

"What was that", said the frightened boy scout.

"I don't know", said the other.

Thud, thud went another dirt clod in the bushes behind the scouts!

"Wow you scared him good Dave", Said Kim a member of the notorious Burt Road Gang.

That's the way he always starts this story every time I ask. My dad was born September Twenty-second, Nineteen Sixty to a father who would always be working and a mother who had no worries about her kids. He gained his independence at the age of eleven and that summer he and his neighborhood friends camped out under the stars. They called themselves the Burt Road Gang. They would raid there friends on other streets. This story is my favorite of all the story he would tell.

It's the summer of Nineteen Seventy-two behind a brick house on Burt road its around nine thirty at night and he and his friends are on there way to raid the

Boy scouts. All four of them [Dave, Kim, Mark and, Timmy] ready for the most fun they'll have all summer. This not being their first raid, they knew exactly what they were going to do. First they'd hide in the bushes and make animal noises to scare them. Then they'd throw dirt clods. Then finally they would jump out and scare them. So on they went. They reached the camp around ten o'clock. All went according to plan until they were seen. They took off running as fast as they could while the angry boy scouts followed closely behind. They ran all the way back to the house were they finally lost them.

My father had a great and, fun filled childhood. He was able to live in a time that you didn't need to be politically correct and you could trust just about anybody. That why these stories are so great to listen to and tell. I will never be able to do some of the things that he did but, I can listen to and tell the stories that my father and grand father tell me. For these are story of adventure and fun that are likely to never happen again.