When I was seven years old, I tried cub scouts and pretty much failed out. I never thought much of it over the years until my boys joined cub scouts... and loved it. The more they loved it, the more involved I got. The more involved I got, the more they loved it. So, recently, I found myself completing the training to become an official Assistant Scoutmaster. Which was almost like waking up one day and finding out you live in a Brady Bunch house with a white picket fence in middle class suburbia.
Here's my house (courtesy of google maps street view):
Anyway, my first Scout event as a newly minted Assistant Scoutmaster was the Northern California Jamboree to celebrate the 100th anniversary of scouting in the US. They expected about 16,000 people to attend, including scouts, adult leaders, volunteers, and staff. Instead, they got 20,000. Although not all 20,000 camped overnight, there were lots of tents.