I never joined a sports team, so I don’t know what it’s like to wear a snazzy new jersey [minus when I was really, really little]. And while I did receive a large, oversized sweatshirt for being a lacrosse manager in high school, it wasn’t quite the same as a shiny new shirt with my last name, or better yet, my nickname on the back with lucky number four underneath.
I was, however, a girl scout when I was real little. I wish I could say I did it for reasons other than the cookies. [Tagalongs anyone?] Though if I had to choose one other part I really did love it was when you performed an act of service in the community and you received a patch.
I. loved. patches.
Patches meant I was doing something, I was going places, I was making a difference. It also made my plain, green vest come to life and spark conversation with my fellow scouts. “Oh, you picked up trash in the park on Earth Day too [while pointing to the embroidered recycle sign on my shoulder]??”