I was a bit of a tomboy when I was very little. Our neighbours called me my dad’s “little shadow” as I could be found following him all over the farm. Then I discovered books. Sometimes my two worlds met.
One of my favourite early books was a small, picture book about Cowboy Dan.
40 years later I can quote that so easily. It must have been read to me many many times. Google tells me it was written by Andy Cobb, and that I am not the only girl who was entranced by this story.
My fifth birthday is memorable, not because it was the day I started school, but because I got a little (fake) leather bolero jacket with a badge that said “Deputy Sheriff” and a holster and toy cap gun. (It was the 1960s after all!) Murray, the boy across the bull paddock, had a similar outfit but he had chaps, and I was so jealous! A broomstick was my horse of choice, but I was always frustrated I couldn’t rope a steer.
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There's a little bit of Doris Day in everyone.
ReplyDeleteWell, they have wild women surfing courses, somewhere (maybe Montana?) they offer wild women roping?
ReplyDeleteI so want to see a picture of you in that outfit.
ReplyDeleteHelen: Can I do both? Yeehah ...
ReplyDeleteIB: You know, I don't think one exists.
How convenient.
ReplyDeleteI'd settle for an adult version.
I think I'd look pretty silly in a little bolero, Deputy Sheriff badge and gun and holster now though, don't you?!
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