Chances and Changes: My Journey with Molly

I say that I want to hurry so we can all go together. Besides, I’m a quick-change artist. Molly grins at me and says this was a good first lesson. We race each other to see who can change faster. Linda and Bobbie laugh as Molly and I race to get out of our bathing suits and into our dry clothes. When I’m dressed, I pat my shorts pocket to be sure my pin is safe.

The four of us charge out of the tent and race all the way to the flagpole. I run as fast as I can, but Linda wins. We stand at attention, lined up facing the flagpole and I watch as everyone holds out their hands in front of them for inspection and I do the same. Miss Archer and Miss Butternut walk up and down the line of campers, looking at our hands, being sure our shirts are tucked into our shorts, adjusting some girls’ neck scarves, and reminding others to straighten their caps. Linda nudges me and whispers that I need to stand up straight. I have to pass inspection if I want dinner.