In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Out of Your Reach.” Was there a toy or thing you always wanted as a child, during the holidays or on your birthday, but never received? Tell us about it.
I wanted to be a boy. Only women over the age of 55 will understand that I wanted to dress comfortably in pants instead of dresses. I wanted to wrestle and get dirty; push and fight and yell. I wanted to get angry and show it. I wanted to go places and do things that “good girls” weren’t allowed. I wanted to stay out late and not be practically water-boarded for an explanation. I wanted to whistle and spit and cuss. I wanted to slouch. I wanted to play contact sports and take shop class. I wanted a motorcycle and to join the Navy. I wanted to be a cowboy and ride with the Lone Ranger. I didn’t want to develop a woman’s body and have disgusting things happen to me monthly. I wanted to be a sexual person. I wanted a leather bomber jacket and I wanted to wear high-top sneakers and jeans. I wanted to cut my hair. I wanted to choose my own career. I wanted to wait until I was old to get married. I wanted to travel in a convertible (remember Route 66?). But, I wanted to be beautiful and thin, too. All these were beyond my grasp as a child.
The Lone Ranger and Me on Route 66