Why??

Getting ready this morning, I got thinking about why I am the way I am. This got me looking back to my childhood and it was sort of interesting (at least in my mind). So here it is…..Part I at least..lol

For most of my life, I have been a major tomboy. In fact, for at least some of my pre-teen years, I’m pretty sure I actually wanted to be a boy. Btw, around that time there was a TV show that featured two guys who had to dress as women in order to live in this apartment building. Ironically, the name of one of the guys when he was dressed as his “sister” is my given first and last name. I remember thinking (and saying) that I felt just like him but that I couldn’t change back into my “guy clothes”.

Anyway, as a little kid (pre-school age), I had at least a few stereotypical girl habits/things/etc. I know for a fact that I had at least one doll (a Mrs. Beasley doll of course). My mother could occasionally get me into dresses and such (as long as they weren’t itchy!!). I did wear barrettes in my hair (according to our neighbor that was they only way they realized I was a girl). My favorite book was about a ballerina.

As I got older, I became more and more of a tomboy. I remember thinking that boys had it made. They didn’t have to wear dresses and tights (just ties..big whoop); they could go outside without a shirt on; and didn’t have to sit with their legs closed. I didn’t think it was fair that I had to do those things just because I was a girl. One summer around 1st or 2nd grade, I remember deciding that I was going to wear jeans all summer no shorts for me. In my mind (but not so much reality…lol), boys didn’t wear shorts and I had to be ready to jump off the 2nd floor of our shed, walk through bushes, etc.

When I was getting ready to make my First Communion (2nd grade), I told my teacher (Sister ??) that I was going to wear pants for First Communion. You can imagine how well this went over. Anyway, she ended up slipping on some ice over Christmas break and we had a substitute teacher for the rest of the year. Over the summer, when visiting the convent with my Mom and Grandma, I got to see Sister ?? again. The first words out of her mouth were “You didn’t wear pants for First Communion, did you?” Obviously I made an impression. :D

To be continued…..