Last month my 3rd grader son and I left from the Cub Scout orientation meeting broken-hearted. I myself was in Cub Scouts for 4 years back in the late 1980s and early 1990s. It was a major part of my childhood.
But it’s not set up the same way anymore. At the meeting, the adults were ultimately informed that if we wanted our sons to be in Scouts, we would be volunteering to be the actual leaders.
In a household where both parents work full-time, I knew that it would be unwise to commit so much of my time to what would ultimately be a part-time job that would indirectly pay other people’s salaries, in the likeness of a multilevel marketing pyramid scheme.
So I decided to start my own group; for all the boys whose parents couldn’t commit to the actual organization.
I set up a “scavenger hunt hike” at a nearby park with a creek. Once all the boys arrived, along with a few younger sisters, a villain who called himself Red Rover popped out of the bushes.
He explained that his great-grandfather originally own the land, but instead of being able to inherit the land, it was given to the city as a public park.
Therefore, Red Rover hid 8 “toxic rocks” along the creek, which would dry up all the water if the boys couldn’t find them all within the following hour.
Here’s a video of that event:
As I expected, all 8 toxic rocks were found within the hour. Therefore, Red Rover returned from the bushes, in an attempt to take them back from me.
This led to a low-budget Marvel style fist fight between Red Rover and me.
Here’s the video for that part:
The boys (and their sisters) enjoyed playing on the park afterwards, as my wife had brought some snacks for the kids to enjoy as well.
And some might call this a major coincidence, but my friend Ben showed up after the scavenger hunt hike rough-house with the boys.
It was a plan that came together!
Now that the launch went well, I am excited to plan the next event…