Seeing those little
girls behind the counter,
so unsure and so shy
when dealing with strangers,
whisked me back
to my days wearing
that vest.
How eager I was to
grow.
Troop mothers told us
stories in the forest
and we listened
with baited breath, hanging
on every last word.
I smiled at the girls in front
of me, handing them my seven dollars,
saying thank you,
I will enjoy.