A long time ago in what seems like another lifetime, I was a Girl Guide … a card carrying, badge earning, cookie selling Girl Guide.
I have to confess I probably wasn’t a very good Girl Guide – I was kicked out of our group for insubordination – something I’m not necessarily proud of today. Young, prepubescent girls tend to develop a bit of – shall we say – an attitude. I wore mine like a badge of honour.
I really liked Girl Guides though … the weekly meetings, the friendships, learning new things, the sing-alongs at ‘campfire’. I loved it all – even the horrible navy-blue uniform and beret. One of my proudest moments as a Girl Guide was being a flag-bearer in a Remembrance Day parade to the Cenotaph. It was a lot harder than it looked.
Things started to go badly when the leadership of our troop changed. Suddenly it wasn’t fun anymore – it became overly regimented with girls being reprimanded for minor “infractions” like forgetting a piece of their uniform. Instead of learning new things in an encouraging environment, the focus became discipline and mind-numbing rules.
I don’t remember exactly the incident that resulted in me being asked to leave. Quite frankly, at the time I was happy to go. I do know that it likely included a refusal to follow some order followed by a heavy dose of sarcasm on my part. In hindsight though, I recognize that I didn’t exercise any measure of maturity or respect.
In my time as a Girl Guide, I didn’t get to attend a summer camp or a jamboree, but I enjoyed myself enough to cherish the memories. Here I am – many decades later and I still have all the badges I earned as a Guide.
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