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My first out moment was when I was 7, it was a very big scout camp... and it was shit. The rain showed no pity for 3 days straight, we drowned in mud and my little sisters got hypothermia. But, I stuck with it, even if my favourite moment took another 6 years to reach.
Our scout leader was a cool guy, ex royal marine, still good mates with him till this day. Anyway, he takes us out up the Brecon Beacons, (pic related) and just sitting at the top, windblasted and wind frozen, but warm with the view which was painted across the horizon. That was a good moment.
Got even better, when at 16 (in cadets at that point) I lead a team of 13/14 year olds to first place on a camping/hiking trip, we did something like 18k in 8 hours (ain’t bad considering their age and that we had to carry everything (tents included) on our back).
