much of a Girl Scout.
These badges were found among piles of unearthed childhood treasures in my parent’s basement this weekend. They were inside a Ghost Busters pencil case. Although I wasn’t kicked out of the Girl Scouts per se (unlike my Catholic Confirmation class), I wasn’t asked to rejoin the troop either. I was a Brownie through the mid-eighties, graduating to the Girl Scouts later in the decade. Apparently all I did was sell cookies. I have no idea what any of these mean anymore. Cooking? Traveling? LGBTQA? Who knows.
