I was a shy lad of 11 yrs in the 1950 s , when I was persuaded to join the scouts. I absolutely loved it ! The highlight was the annual summer camp. I got on with all the other boys , and liked and respected the senior scouts and chief scout.
I will always remember those times with with pleasure and great affection , apart from one incident involving a Rover scout , who entered our tent one night and abused two of the other boys. It became obvious to me that this was not the first time this had happened. I lay scrunched up in my sleeping bag, resisting his offers to indulge , and being shy , I did not tell anyone of the incident.
In fact , this is the first time I have told anyone. I have never let this incident ruin my love of scouting as a young boy , nor will I.