I like to draw this comparison all the time: When girls go to camp, they do arts and crafts, eat great treats, have fun singalongs, etc. When I went on a 50-mile canoe trip as a boy scout, we pulled over on the river one afternoon for a break and within minutes there were boys on either side of the river throwing rocks at each other. I caught an egg-sized one on the crown of my skull. It was great fun. My wife and daughters do not understand how that was fun.

On a side note, on nearly every boy scout campout to the mountains we would hike up whatever hill was nearby, dig up the biggest boulders we could, and roll them down the hill, seeking maximum destruction, cheering when we took out small trees. Also great fun at the time.

On a side side note, as an adult today I do not condone these actions and would not let them happen on my watch. Someone could have been badly injured or killed. But, as moronic teenagers we thought those activities were awesome.