I’m not a girly girl.  I never have been, never will be.  Proof of that hit me yesterday when my neighbor’s son came to the gate and told me he’d found a bunch of worms for the Koi.  I let him in, we went over to the pond, and I asked him if he wanted to feed the fish.  Nope, he didn’t want to handle the worms.  He handed me the large plastic drink cup in which he had them contained.  I giggled.  I couldn’t help myself.  I was trying to figure out how he’d picked up the worms without handling them.

     I was always a tom boy.  I started fishing as soon as I was able to hold a fishing pole.  If we went fishing with Grandpa or my Father, we had to bait our own hooks.  Worms don’t bother me.  I remember chasing a cousin or two with a nice big night crawler. 

     I remember when the boys in school would try to scare me with a snake or a mouse and I didn’t scream and run.  Instead, I’d squeal, “Oh, how cute!  Can I hold it?”  Picture their disappointed little faces.

     When I came in from playing outside, much to my mother’s chagrin, I was as filthy as all the neighborhood boys were.  Dad thought it was a hoot.

Have a happy and safe 4th of July!