One of the funniest, yet scariest, moments in my life happened when I was nine years old. I joined a cub scout pack thinking I would become a skilled adventurer, fighting off monsters and slaying dragons. Well, not really. I actually joined to have fun with my friends and thought how cool the uniform made me look. Little did I know then that one crazy incident would follow me for the rest of my scouting experience.
The incident occurred during a lecture from my den leader. He was a tall, thin man yet he had a boisterous voice. He could awaken a bear from slumber. I remember sitting cross-legged on the floor in a large room at one of our monthly pack meetings. Other scouts from different packs had joined us that day to listen to different leaders talk about the value of being a virtuous scout.
I sat in the front row listening intently as my den leader paced back and forth spewing forth his words of wisdom. All of a sudden he stopped in front of me and paused before continuing with his lecture. I looked up at him waiting for his next word. When he opened his mouth to speak, something flew out and landed in my lap.
At first, I was stunned. I looked down, and I thought a bug had flown out of his mouth or his face had fallen off. I jumped up immediately and began stomping on the thing with both feet, hoping to kill whatever it was. When I was done stomping, I stood in awe and saw that it wasn't a bug or my den leader's face. My den leader looked at me, and then he looked at what lay in front of me. He immediately covered his mouth with both hands and ran out of the room. Everyone erupted in laughter.
As I stood there amongst the laughter from my fellow scouts, it dawned on me: I may never get to fight off any monsters or slay any dragons, but I am the only scout who can say that I successfully destroyed a perfectly good set of false teeth.
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