When we were Boy ScoutsPsychology Faculty Research
AbstractBefore I was old enough to be a Boy Scout, I yearned in vain to join my scoutmaster-dad as he departed on day hikes and weekend camping trips with the boy and other leaders of Troop 146 in St. Albans. When I moved out of the Cub Scouts at age 11, at last I was in Dad's troop. Today, I recall those times with my father as a special part of my life.
Citation InformationWyatt, W. J. (2006). When we were Boy Scouts. Goldenseal, 32, 38-45.