Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Identity
We were at Mistletoe State Park, soaking up too much sun and freezing our behinds off in the water. The park had a Spring Fling event going on that day.
As we were leaving, they began to clean up the games they'd put out for the kids. A park ranger gathered up croquet and ladder-ball items.
A boy about 8 years old trotted over and confidently began to help, neatly stacking items to carry back to the storage room.
"Hey, kid, that's okay. You don't have to help," the ranger said.
The boy didn't pause.
"I'm a Cub Scout," he said. "This is what I do."
Somewhere, William Boyce is dancing for joy.
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