This may come as a surprise to many of you but I actually did some time as a Girl Guide as a child.
I sucked at it, to be honest. I thought it was silly and boring and the only thing I got out of it was that girls are catty and a badge for learning how to braid hair. A very useful skill that I'm sure helped me nail my career as a journalist, although I should be careful with my incessant fate-baiting because with my luck, those goddam braiding lessons might save my life some day. (I'm sure you're starting to see why I didn't exactly fit in there.)
Yet, somehow, that survival instinct Mother Goose or Brown Owl or whatever we were supposed to call her tried to instill despite my foul-tempered resistance seems to have sunk in, because holy cow, am I ever good at making do in difficult circumstances. As exhibit A, I present this selfie, which I have tentatively titled "No Mirror? No Problem!", showing me expertly fixing my hair and makeup in the reflection of a bus shelter while strangers look on in bemusement. There really ought to be a badge for that.