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Always had guy friends. Always played with the boys. I dunno why. Girls where too bitchy, too mean, too cry-baby, and uninteresting I presume. Boys had all the cool toys and they didn’t fuss about pesky and annoying girls hang-ups. I was always one of the boys.
Needless to say, I didn’t cry for dolls. I didn’t play “mommy”. I didn’t hosted tea parties (the Martha Stewart hostess streak and cooking gene unfolded later). I had my first Barbie doll at 8 years-old I think, and it’s solely because of the genesis of my Olympic Games craze, back in 1976 when hosted in Montreal. Needless to say I was glued to the TV for all of the games, all the while listening to my Wings Silly Love Songs 45 rpm single record. Oh those where the good times! I so needed to have the Gymnast Barbie. Complete with horizontal bar and gold medal… Oh yeah! After all, with her perfect 10, it was Nadia Comăneci's games. And every little girl's dream too. Tomboy or not.
Oh, but, I almost forgot… that Marie Osmond doll a couple years later. Almost too late, for I was already turning on twelve I think. Blushing. But it’s not my fault. I didn’t request it. I just enjoyed the show very much. And I had that crush on Donny… (my bro got the Donny doll – darn!)
I’m a little bit country
and I’m a little bit rock 'n roll…
I've always been the rebel rocker chick type.
So I requested boy games. Trucks. Tonka trucks, firefighter’s trucks, Mecano build-your-own trucks, Lego blocks, Playmobil kits, and a foot-pedal activated race car. Yellow. My grand-pa’ was appalled, for I was his first grandchild. He refused the Tonka truck, but finally caved in for a firefighter truck I think. Poor parents. They where stuck with quite a handful.
I did get my race car and hence was the coolest kid on the block (if I don’t count in the bullies who continuously took it away from me). I played with my bro’s Fisher-Price garage sliding his Hot Wheels down the ramp two by two for races, with his Lego and Mecano sets and with Youri’s Playmobil. Youri was the little boy across the street and he was not from Russian descent. He was named after Yuri Gagarin, the Russian cosmonaut. Gotta love those groovy 70’s.
And then came the glorious eighties. And my pinball phase that gobbled up all my quarters. And then I discovered the classics: Pong, Merlin, Space Invaders, and Pac-Man! So I attended the video arcades with boys from my class. I’ve even saved all my allowance money for an Atari console, and after that a Comodore 64. And boy did I play. Till my eyes cried and my fingers ache.
We grow up, but we never quite eradicate the kid in us.
I’m still a tomboy at heart, although an accomplished cook and hostess, a budding gardener, a new part-time mom, and a compulsive yet addicted crafty person as well. They where many phases and crazes as the years went by: my music playing teens, the Jane Fonda aerobics craze complete with headband and fluorescent turquoise leotard, the come and go Yoga and Tai Chi practice, the on and off weird vegetarian bouts, the many explorations of the Occult and the Spiritual, the brief massage therapy career, the desperate (and failed) attempts at Salsa dancing, the container gardening tropical forest occupying all of my balcony. And then I finally came back to my senses and reunited with knitting. Thank God!
You see, I am victim of my Gemini moon which relentlessly makes me flutter from one thing to the other for I must try everything at least once. But I am not a tramp: I am always loyal and faithful to my first loves.
Hence, I am now delayed in my Christmas presents list and in my personal knitting as well. And this is the reason why:
So I requested boy games. Trucks. Tonka trucks, firefighter’s trucks, Mecano build-your-own trucks, Lego blocks, Playmobil kits, and a foot-pedal activated race car. Yellow. My grand-pa’ was appalled, for I was his first grandchild. He refused the Tonka truck, but finally caved in for a firefighter truck I think. Poor parents. They where stuck with quite a handful.
I did get my race car and hence was the coolest kid on the block (if I don’t count in the bullies who continuously took it away from me). I played with my bro’s Fisher-Price garage sliding his Hot Wheels down the ramp two by two for races, with his Lego and Mecano sets and with Youri’s Playmobil. Youri was the little boy across the street and he was not from Russian descent. He was named after Yuri Gagarin, the Russian cosmonaut. Gotta love those groovy 70’s.
And then came the glorious eighties. And my pinball phase that gobbled up all my quarters. And then I discovered the classics: Pong, Merlin, Space Invaders, and Pac-Man! So I attended the video arcades with boys from my class. I’ve even saved all my allowance money for an Atari console, and after that a Comodore 64. And boy did I play. Till my eyes cried and my fingers ache.
We grow up, but we never quite eradicate the kid in us.
I’m still a tomboy at heart, although an accomplished cook and hostess, a budding gardener, a new part-time mom, and a compulsive yet addicted crafty person as well. They where many phases and crazes as the years went by: my music playing teens, the Jane Fonda aerobics craze complete with headband and fluorescent turquoise leotard, the come and go Yoga and Tai Chi practice, the on and off weird vegetarian bouts, the many explorations of the Occult and the Spiritual, the brief massage therapy career, the desperate (and failed) attempts at Salsa dancing, the container gardening tropical forest occupying all of my balcony. And then I finally came back to my senses and reunited with knitting. Thank God!
You see, I am victim of my Gemini moon which relentlessly makes me flutter from one thing to the other for I must try everything at least once. But I am not a tramp: I am always loyal and faithful to my first loves.
Hence, I am now delayed in my Christmas presents list and in my personal knitting as well. And this is the reason why:
Geeky. Nerdy. Almost shameful. But I don’t care!
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