That night, after cooking up hotdogs on a fire and smores and other things scouts do (it was 15 years ago) it was time to go to bed. There were others but the story pertains to these three. I met many of the other scouts in my troop: Matt, a boy taller than me, blonde hair, slim like me, and Anthony, black hair, taller than me and alittle bigger in weight. I had felt like I already made a new friend and was excited to make more. We didn't get a chance to meet for long, but he promised to save me a seat on the ride up so we could talk more. He was my height at the time, average build, black hair. He was really nice and volunteered to be my bunk mate. The day before we were suppose to leave, I met one of the guys that would be in my group/troop. I had come in at a weird time, because they were just about to go on their big yearly camping weekend for the start of fall. I remember I was really bummed out because I didn't know anybody at my new school, but my dad signed me up for boy scouts as a way to get me involved to meet new kids.
I was in the boy scouts for several years, but my family had recently moved states due to my mom transfering jobs. It was my first tie up experience, it happened when I was younger, around the age of 12 to 13. Well there I was, bound with several strands of rope, stuffed gagged by a bandanna and a second bandanna cleave gagged to hold it in and stuffed in a sleeping bag.
