I remember having so much fun with the other Scouts at Ten Mile River. One time, we saw some beautiful apples on a tree and helped ourselves to them when no one was looking. We later regretted it because we all had terrible stomachaches right there!

Another time, I was asked to stand up and say a few words about what being a Boy Scout meant to me. Since I had been in the United States for only a year, I got very nervous and tried to excuse myself by saying that I could speak, but only in Chinese. Then a priest jumped up and said, "No problem! I was a missionary in China ... I'll translate for you!" Can you imagine my shock meeting a Scandinavian man who could speak Chinese? I had no idea if he did a good job of translating or not!