I wore lots of colors growing up. I wore muck boots and camo and fished and rode the tractor with my dad. I helped with the cows and learned how to bait a hook, although it took longer for me to get the hang of taking the hook out of the fish's mouth. I ran barefoot in the yard every chance I got, and was more interested in mud fights than boys. I also loved Lisa Frank, lime green, and tiger stripe print. I played with Hot Wheels, Lincoln Logs, Legos, and stuffed animals. I had a handful of dolls, and I played with them, too. I was always told to "act like a lady," but my parents never tried to reign in my "tomboy" behavior. Unless they were putting on a quite the show, they were quite okay with my affinity for "girl" and "boy" activities. I was, after all, a good ol' country girl.
|I also knew how to keep it cool. |
You know I'm rockin' those shades.
|Ain't you ever climbed a hay bale before?|
|Clearly, we didn't know a lick about shop safety, |
but we sure knew how to fix a non-broken wagon!
|See, I still knew how to look the part of a lady!|