Change

The light streamed in from the windows as I play with the blocks with Andrew, my friend. You may think its ordinary but then you'll know something is amiss when you notice that every other girl in the room has a barbie doll or Polly Pocket or whatever, but for me, it was just me, Andrew and... the power ranger turtles scattered around us. Yep, I was always the tom boy recluse in the grade. I have a feeling i has something to do with the fact that my dad so desperately wanted a boy and decided to raise me like one.

Instead of a Dora the Explorer backpack I had this weird black one, that had a black pencil case, a black P.E bag and in the middle of the blackness I'll have this bright yellow jacket that I refused to take off. Yep, I was a pretty weird little girl.

One day five girls came up to me, all blonde with a barbie doll in one hand, a Care Bear in the other and a pink barbie backpack. These were the types of girls I abhored from (not now, that was then), I had my usual yellow jacket, an orange T-shirt, and jeans and the usual black objects. I cant tell you details since I dont remmber that well but I just know that after some name calling I had chunks of blonde hair in my hands and was sent to a time-out. Of course I love blondes and am not a tomboy anymore but after that, I was despondent and too afraid to wear yellow, black or touch an action figure.