I had just joined GS as a Brownie, but was so new they didn’t have a “crate” of cookies for me to sell. Unfortunately no one told me so I dragged the heavy crate the three blocks home, only to have my mother answer the phone and be told one of the other girls ended up without cookies to sell. I was heartbroken. I don’t know if I was still a Brownie the next year, maybe, but I didn’t make it two years because I wouldn’t go alone to a meeting when my friend down the street was on vacation. Mom found me hanging out in our front yard after she told me to go alone and she made me call the Brownie leader and resign that afternoon. Mom will be 90 Wednesday and I still hold this against her in a tiny corner of my soul. I was/am not a comfortable joiner of groups, and that certainly didn’t help give me social skills.