So today I went to the grocery for some eggs. In the front of the store some girl scouts were selling cookies. I approached the booth where the girls and troop leaders greeted me as I read the sign taped to the front of the folding table. The troop turned out to have come from the elementary school I attended as a kid. I loved that school so fucking much and a lot fell apart when I went on to middle school. I have a massive soft spot for anything involving that school, so I ended up buying two boxes instead of one.
I was a girl scout as a little kid, and I remember how happy I got when I made a sale, so I always buy cookies anyway. There was one girl at the booth who reminded me a lot of myself at that age. She was blond, fair-skinned and lanky as I had been, and seemed awkward and eccentric. Somehow, I related myself to that kid, and began hoping that she wouldn't go on to be like me. Kids are so fucking precious. They are broken so easily and I wish that they didn't have to experience what they do- even the normal things like peer pressure or teasing or media influence.
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