Who Me, Nervous?

As sure as death and taxes,
it came around each year…
Girl Scout cookie sales.
Time to don my uniform
and hit the pavement.

Oakley Lane had seven houses
on each side of the street.
I started at the bottom and
worked my way up the hill.

My strategy was simple…
smile and hope for the best.

In the 1950’s, there was only
one variety of cookie to sell…
no Thin Mints or Shortbreads.

It was vanilla and chocolate
sandwich cookies, period.
If that didn’t tantalize their
taste-buds, I was doomed.

I trudged from house to house,
secretly hoping no one would
answer when I rang the doorbell.

Better yet, if a Girl Scout emblem
sticker was on display I figured I
could skip that house, as it signaled
they had already done their civic
duty by purchasing cookies.

After what seemed an eternity
of sweating bullets, I finally
arrived back home.

I had survived another outing.

The Fuller Brush man covering
our neighborhood didn’t need to
worry. His job was safe, as I was
definitely not cut out for sales.

 

Inspired by Daily Prompt – Nervous

Back To The Beginning

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Begins life
Totally dependent on others

Initially taking baby steps,
Exploring the world outside of self

Growing…learning… bonding

Decade upon decade,
Extending the boundaries of our realm
OUTWARD

Until, in old age,
The tables are turned

Fragile legs take halting steps

Children become parental;
Parents become childlike

Focusing increasingly
INWARD

Our world begins to shrink
Ever smaller in size

Until coming full circle

Back to square
One

Inspired by Daily Prompt – Baby