I remembered it was Thinking Day this morning - I don't know why, but I always remember it, every year.
I used to love it, being able to wear my Guide uniform to school, and going to the rallies. I remember one year all the Girl Guide troops in the area got together for an evening meeting of songs, games and competitions on Thinking Day. When I got home, I felt particularly queasy and thought I'd eaten too much of the camp-fire food. But I soon found it was because my periods had started. Mum let me have the next day off school while I got used to the idea of being 'grown up' now 