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I was never a scout, a brownie or a girl guide, although I do remember an evening spent in a draughty hall with other kids in uniforms playing tag. There was lots of flushed faces and tearing around, but other than that my whole memory of it is brown. Neat brown uniforms with yellow ties, a shiny brown floor, brown benches against a wall, a brown piano that had seen better days, and a spectacled dumpy leader referred to as 'Owl'. Very Winnie-the-Pooh, you might think.
I was once placed in a birthday Pooh story as Christopher Robin's friend, not that this has anything to do with my remembrance of that evening, only that as you get older you question your memories. However, I have it on good authority (my mother) that both did indeed happen: one, in a school hall, the other, in a specially made book. The latter is probably in the attic somewhere, the former was lived through and never repeated.
I was never a joiner. That night I did not have a whale of a time, though my rosy cheeks would have suggested otherwise. I didn't then get the point (and I still don't) of belonging to a wider group nor the 'bonding' activities that went with it. But if there'd been a look-out post where I could still take part yet be apart, even sneak a glance at a comic, there'd have been no stopping me.
Picture credit: Return to the Hundred Acre Wood