I liked climbing trees almost from the get-go. I didn't like wearing dresses and having to stay neat and tidy, sitting demurely while the boys got to rough house on the floor. I preferred being in the barn and being with all the critters: dogs, cats, horses, goats, sheep. Favorite activity: riding my horse bareback with just a halter on …
I liked climbing trees almost from the get-go. I didn't like wearing dresses and having to stay neat and tidy, sitting demurely while the boys got to rough house on the floor. I preferred being in the barn and being with all the critters: dogs, cats, horses, goats, sheep. Favorite activity: riding my horse bareback with just a halter on her, playing the (wo)Man from Snowy River at a dead gallop jumping fallen logs, creeks, whatever. Some of the best days of my life! Had a few spills along the way; my mother got to the point of banning riding horses on holidays after having to spend all of Thanksgiving day in the ER! 😂🤣 - in fact, on the couch with a heating pad as I type this, as an old injury from a fall has been acting up this week.
The point is, during most of my growing up years, I liked to be rough and tumble, competing against the boys, and being perfectly happy in my jeans and tees and cowboy boots. Eventually, I did do the makeup, curling iron, and high heels thing. I wore a dress to prom. And our wedding. And to Easter services last Sunday! 😊
I think the "tomboy" phase actually helped me during tough times.
I liked climbing trees almost from the get-go. I didn't like wearing dresses and having to stay neat and tidy, sitting demurely while the boys got to rough house on the floor. I preferred being in the barn and being with all the critters: dogs, cats, horses, goats, sheep. Favorite activity: riding my horse bareback with just a halter on her, playing the (wo)Man from Snowy River at a dead gallop jumping fallen logs, creeks, whatever. Some of the best days of my life! Had a few spills along the way; my mother got to the point of banning riding horses on holidays after having to spend all of Thanksgiving day in the ER! 😂🤣 - in fact, on the couch with a heating pad as I type this, as an old injury from a fall has been acting up this week.
The point is, during most of my growing up years, I liked to be rough and tumble, competing against the boys, and being perfectly happy in my jeans and tees and cowboy boots. Eventually, I did do the makeup, curling iron, and high heels thing. I wore a dress to prom. And our wedding. And to Easter services last Sunday! 😊
I think the "tomboy" phase actually helped me during tough times.
Mrs. "the Knife"