As a young child in the 60’s, there was nothing feminine about me. I would climb trees, play games, run, and ride horses. My sister was running along beside me, screaming her lungs out. We were the first in our neighborhood to play hide-and-seek in the forbidden areas across the street from our home.
Our mother would make us stand on the sidewalk in front of our home. She would point at the street and slapp the top of our heads.
“You will not,” she emphasized firmly. “You will not cross the street without asking me first.”
“Yes, mom,” we would say. But still, as soon as she was napping from her newest pregnancy, we would be across the street, playing tag or hide-and-seek.
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