A Widow's Ride

What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice
And all things nice
That’s what little girls are made of

Today BBBC 2017 challenge is “Strange thing you believed as a kid”. I have been pondering on this topic and couldn’t think of any strange things that I believed as a child. So, I gave my mother a call last night to see if she remembered anything. The first thing she said was that I believed that I was a monkey and could climb anything. Then she begin to reiterate the story about how I climbed a television tower in order to get on the roof. Or, how many times I have climbed trees and giving her a heart attack over it. I have had heard these stories many times over the years.

To me, it didn’t sound like a strange thing to believe in. However, the more I thought about it, I realized that it seemed strange to her that a little girl would believe that she can do anything like a boy can. In her generation that was unheard of and an unacceptable thing believe in.

Growing up, I can remember all the times that my mother bought me girly girl clothes and it would be still hanging in the closet with the tags on it. I would only wear, jeans and t-shirt all the time. It drove my mother crazy! I also remember skate boarding down the hills, playing football and riding bicycle with the boys in the neighborhood. Even my first vehicle wasn’t a car but a scooter so I can get to and from work every day.

I guess you can say that I was a tomboy growing up. So when I went on the solo motorcycle trip around North America, my mother only shook her head because she knew that I still like to do things that boys do. It may seem strange to her but not to me.

What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails
And puppy-dogs’ tails
That’s what little boys are made of

Today is day 9 of the Brave, Bold, Blogger Challenge (BBBC) 2017 hosted by Kathy at Toadmama.com