I was a Cub Scout and Boy Scout from 1960 to 1972. Got invited to leave my Troop when I came back from college with hair down to my shoulders, and my SM and Committee Chair took me aside and told me I looked like a pimp. Twenty five years later I attended a Troop meeting with my son, stuck my hand up, and recited the Scout Law and the Scout Oath for the first time in a quarter century -- letter perfect.