The main reason I wanted to join the Girl Scouts was because it seemed like my friends were always leaving school early to go to camp.
But also, the cookies.
I didn't mind selling cookies - I mean, how many Girl Scouts actually sold cookies anyway? Our successes rested mainly on how many boxes sold at our parents' respective businesses. (My dad's firm always did better than The Lady's colleagues... teachers).
I was a little confused, though, after reading a punny article about cookie downsizing. What happened to the real names of the cookies? Apparently, many have since fallen to the wayside in an explosion of political correctness: tagalongs (now "Peanut Butter Patties), samoas (now Caramel deLites). and thin mints (oh wait, that's not offensive. I don't... think) will always live in my memory.
But mainly, this:
Over ten years later, and I still know every word. And not just the song lyrics.
("This is a very, very deep ravine.)