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Originally Posted by DapperButch
Were you pretty "locked in" to girl stuff? Toys, too?  |
Yep. I got so many dolls it was ridiculous. I would immediately cut off their hair and take all their clothes off. Then I would play fight with them, beat the crap out of them and draw cuts and bruises all over their faces and bodies with my crayons. I could kick some dolly ass in my day.
My dad kept trying to give me boy stuff to play with. But he often gave me the kind of things he was interested in like cars and trucks. I liked that a bit better than dolls but they still weren't my thing. I wanted a baseball glove and bat, a football, a basketball, toy guns, toy bow and arrows, boxing gloves and punching bags. Stuff like that. But I was grateful for the cars, trains and trucks. He just figured they were the easiest stuff to sneak in. Too hard to explain a punching bag. My mother wanted Shirley Temple. She thought she had her too since I had the banana curls and the whole nine yards going on. Cut those curls off as quick as I could. Kept them cut my whole life. My wife recently has talked me into letting them grow a bit. She loves my curls. I guess they're okay but they still tend to do the banana thing given the slightest opportunity.
I liked plenty of what should have been gender neutral toys like books and colorforms and coloring books stuff like that. But I often ended up getting the girl types of those products. I didn't want Sleeping Beauty anything. I also didn't want jacks or a jumping rope; I wanted a yoyo or a top.
My dad was adept at saying the right thing to get me interested in stuff. He showed me how fighters train with jump ropes so then I was all over that. My mother was thrilled at how good I got at jumping rope.
Fortunately I was pretty good at finding my own toys. The arms of the couch became my horse. The kitchen table was situated in a saloon where I drank water out of shot glasses and smoked strands of spaghetti while I beat the other cowboys at poker with my old maid deck.
Okay sorry for the derail. I clearly got carried away. Back on topic.
Today of course will consist of a variety of Red Sox under garments.