Submitted by Bridget Gwyn
I have been a Girl Scout since 1st grade- that’s a continuous seven years. Although our troop has had people come and go, I’ve basically grown up with my fellow Girl Scouts. It was only now, after I was looking through a scrapbook given to us by our troop leaders when we became Cadettes, that I realized how much these girls are my sisters.
You always hear “You are a sister to every fellow Girl Scout”, but it doesn’t affect you that much when you are younger. The picture that triggered these feelings is when my troop went to Pueblo a few summers ago. We are all poolside, feet in the water, hair messed up, and our arms wrapped around one another’s shoulders as we look at the splashing children. It’s such a small act that others might dismiss it easily. But the thing is, we weren’t told to do that; we all immediately excepted each other, embraced each other. And that’s beautiful: it’s a kind of natural love that I know will last forever.
And it’s true, we have had our drama at trips- who’s being left out, who’s being unfair. But we always have some kind of unspoken agreement when we are planning our vacations (it was a unanimous vote to go to North Carolina this summer) or simple things like what songs we want turned up or what Rendezvous we want to plan or food we want to eat.
These girls -all different and unique and amazing in their own ways- have always been there for me and vice verse. It’s the kind of friendship you only read about in books, and I’m lucky enough to have found it. Maybe fate stuck us in the same Girl Scout troop, but I’m thanking you, GS. You gave me a love that only us Scout’s get, and I really appreciate that.
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