Boys and their clubs. My father was a Mason, a Shriner and all of that. My mother was involved briefly in Eastern Star, my sister was in Job's Daughters and I was a DeMolay and a member of the Order of Knighthood (I think I still have my sash stuck back somewhere). It all amounted to nothing but a club to belong to and a place to go to socialize with others. And rituals to make you feel special, I guess. One of my earliest memories is of being at a Masonic meeting with my father - I guess I was too young for anyone to care that I was there - and hearing some ritual involving someone being threatened with having their eyes torn out by eagles or some such thing if they revealed Masonic secrets. All pretty silly, but harmless.