Fashion the Mind

A few things have stuck with me this far. And as lame as it may sound, one of those things was Girl Scouts. Now, I know what you're thinking, "Psh, just another cookie-selling suburban chick with a sash."  And you're right! Congrats.
But that's not all. My mother and my sister not only sold cookies, we dove into the community, helped people, took fun trips, learned about science, economics, and society from first hand experience. The cookies were just a bonus. 
"But Boy Scouts are way more hardcore!" You cry. And that might be true. Yet I know that my mother took the liberty to visit the Boy Scout office in our town to make sure we learned how to properly use flint and steel, pitch a tent, sew, and and cook outdoors.
You may very well think I'm silly or soft-hearted, but the confidence and honor Girls Scouts gave me is nothing to brush off. The lessons of truth and kindness were not lost on me as we met and helped all kinds of people. 
I sure grew a lot through the program and this is my tribute.

An illustrated poem.
(Much feminine. Very woman.)