The Invisible Net, part 1
Considering the women in my life on the International Day of the Woman
I’m still a dorky little kid at heart! (and is that mint green I’m wearing!?!?!)
When I was growing up, the middle of 3 sisters, I spent a lot of time with the boys in my class. Girlfriend relationships did not always come naturally to me, I didn’t know how to be or do certain things required for being a good girl. First off, I genuinely liked dirt— I liked playing with/in mud and clay and gravel, I liked jumpin over the creek to find old abandoned foundations and go through all the weird little treasures in there like bottles, old cans, and buckets. I had my own incredible collection of matchbox cars, I liked to ride my bike through puddles and torque my brakes to slide sideways, do little wheelies, and meet my friends in secret locations to spy on mysterious people in town, catch tadpoles, throw sticks into the river and watch them shoot through the tubes on the other side of the street. No one checked on me all day, as long as I went back to grandma’s as soon the street lights came on, I was free to be-- me, a boy, whoever I fancied on any given day. My grandma used to call me her favorite grandson— she only had granddaughters for a good long run, and this was the way I got to be a favorite, which was all I really wanted to be to anybody— their favorite person.