Scouting While Female: Scout’s Honor and My Time in the BSA
It’s 1998. It’s sweltering in the summer sun on the archery range. Pre-teen archers pull their arms back, ready to lose their arrows at the styrofoam targets across the overgrown grass at Camp Drake. I am 11 years old. But I am not sweltering in the few weeks left of August before school starts. I’m…
