Let's go chronolgically:
Age 10: Helping a classmate with a 4-H project. You think it would have been something like a flag salute or something OBVIOUSLY against teachings, right? Nope...it was helping him show a hog.
Age 12: Trying to organize a soccer game after a meeting. I even took pains to do it during the week, and not a the meeting.
Age 13: While out in service, reading the David and Goliath story -- c'mon, you all still like it, too -- to a 6 y.o. sister, I joked to an elderette that I always thought there was a second slingman on the grassy knoll. She, nor her husband, cared for that.The dear young sister, however, laughed.
Age 14: I was on the debate, mock trial and academic team. My parents said cool. An elder got on the platform and said ALL extracurriculars were wrong. And he should know...he's a dad...(of five kids...all homeschooled...only one still in the org...nice batting average, brother)
Age 15: poking fun at an obnoxious new elder's hair loss (actually, I probably deserved that one)
Age 16: Taking the ACT test. I kid you not. (I got a 32)
Age 17: Writing a letter to the editor of the small town paper praising our H.S. teachers. Didn't say anything about them deserving a raise or anything close to political...just a note of appreciation. Of course, out of 10 kids around my age, I was only one of two still in school
Age 18: This starts getting stupid. I had a (well-known) crush on a sister who made Cindy Crawford look like Ethel Merman. I went to D.C. for a national debate tournament (Parents said OK, and ignored the elder, now an ex-elder, thanks to his little angels) and brought her back a Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt, per her wish (which was my command). I gave her the shirt at her house, and she invited me to eat with her and her mom. I did, and was NEVER alone or never tried anything -- trust me, if I did, I would be bragging about it. The Elders got on to me for visiting the various Gov't sites, going to the HRC, and seeking the company of the (yeow!) sister so young in life.
The harder I tried, the worser it got. During pioneering, I was frequently counseled for not placing enough or having enough RVs, for listening to secular music, for organizing a trip to see a hockey game after service, For reading the paper out in service, For trying to show interest in sisters (again, I got NOWHERE with them), for spending too long at a door (the elder in the group had an appointment). I finally took the "loose cannon" approach: "It's a conscience matter, ain't it? Well, my conscience doesn't bother me!"
They've stopped counselling me, aside from "Try to make more meetings" line. I don't mind that so much...that kind of sounds like I'm wanted.