Can you believe innocent little me was banned from my Girl Scout troop when I was 9? It all happened here at beautiful Huddart Park on a summer campout, and despite this blight in my otherwise perfectly well behaved life, it hasn't ruined the absolute beauty of the park for me.
I mean, I really don't see what the big deal is about telling a bunch of 9 year old girls that there's no God, and no Santa for that matter. Jeez, kids and parents are sensitive! To rewind a bit, back then, and I don't know if it's still the case today, we had to pray before eating our snacks or our lunch, and at one point, I just refused to do it. The troop leader asked me why I wouldn't participate in this simple expression of grattitude to "our Lord," and I replied, "Because there is no God, so what's the point?" Gasps all around. Many inquires from my fellow Girl Scouts followed like, "Well, if there's no God, who made us then?" To which I replied, "Well, if God made us, who made God?" I was that philosophical at 9 (: This was then preceded by another Girl Scout making the very strong argument that God made Santa, and so therefore, there has to be a God. To which I responded, "There is no Santa either." Horrified gasps and crying all around; evidently you can say there's no God, but saying there's no Santa crosses the line.
They sent my heathen butt home-no more Girl Scouts for me.