Spinning up some Childhood Confessions

(photo compliments of Google – not actually me)

Bet you wouldn’t believe me if I told you I was a tomboy growing up.  I was, though.  Rough and tumble digging in the dirt, scaring my two sisters with wiggly squirmy worms and bugs.   It was almost as if I felt the need to ‘balance’ things out a bit – with 3 girls and 1 boy, my poor brother was outnumbered.  So he and I teamed up.

The two of us would try to pull pranks and get my two sisters in trouble, but my parents were always one step ahead of us and our plans would backfire.  But when we weren’t trying to get them in trouble, we’d be getting ourselves in trouble.  Like having  pine cone fights in the back yard.

That may seem all innocent and no big deal, except that we’d have them from the heights of the pine trees in the backyard – we’d be throwing pine cones at each other to see who would fall out of their tree first.

We had water fights from those same trees, too.  I wasn’t having any luck hitting my brother target, so the next time we planned a water fight from the top of the trees, I snuck out early and ran the garden hose up into my favorite tree.  I’m pretty sure I won that one.  We were lucky we didn’t break any bones.

The private elementary school we went to was housed in old army barracks, so naturally during recess all the kids would play ‘war’.  I was always irked when I’d be delegated to play the part of a nurse rather than the part of a soldier.  I didn’t want to tend to the wounded, I wanted to be in the thick of things, the pretend shoot-em-up and take no prisoners fun.

It wasn’t because I had something against nurses, since I had plans of being a nurse when I grew up.  It was just that no one ever got pretend-wounded.  The ones playing nurse would pretty much sit around and do nothing all recess, while the ‘soldier’s would be running around like maniacs having a great time.

But I was a girl.   The boys didn’t let me be a soldier, so I was a rebel instead – I formed my own army of one a few other girls who also wanted to be in the midst of the action and we ended up showing the boys a thing or two about .

My brother and I played constantly – my two sisters were into dresses and dolls and playing dress up, I was into making my Skiing Ken fall down a mountainside and break his leg.  We’d tie our wagons to the back of our bikes and pretend to go camping – swearing like sailors mimicking my dad on the times our family would go camping and he’d have my try to back the trailer into the camping spot while he directed.   Fun times.

As I got older, however, I started to become more interested in ‘girly’ things.  I started to care about not getting dirty or digging in the mud.  My poor brother was mad at me for a while when I wanted to do girl stuff and wouldn’t help him dig a hole in the backyard.  He got over it.

As I watch Princess Nagger in her imaginative play, I have to grin because she’s definitely in that tomboy mode I was in at that age.  It’s probably a good thing she doesn’t have a brother to team up with, I can only imagine what stress we gave my poor mom over our antics.

I confess that this Spin Cycle was brought to you in part by Jen, the adorable Sprite’s Keeper.  Head on over and check out the other spinners – see what kinds of are being bandied about – there are definitely some way more interesting than mine ones!

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About Stacy (the Random Cool Chick)

After 20+ years in the Corporate World and years of infertility, Princess Nagger made her miraculous appearance and I chose to become a SAHM and WAHM - I love every minute of it. We added Little Dude through adoption, adding a whole new dimension to our family. We have an eclectic mix of pets: dogs, cats, birds and fish. I love to cook and try new techniques to turn ordinary into extraordinary. Crafty by nature, I take on a lot of unique projects and enjoy seeing the end result. My favorite, of course, is making my own wine out of fruits and grapes. Experiments with water currently underway. I blog about the joys of parenting, family, friends, life, love and anything else that strikes my fancy. I do enjoy doing reviews and giveaways for products I use, believe in and can stand behind.
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27 thoughts on “Spinning up some Childhood Confessions

  1. My best friend, Kaysie, and I got to play war with her brother if we were nice enough to him. But I’m afraid I was more of the girly girl. Kaysie would be the soldier, and I would bandage her injuries. It’s funny, Kaysie was always a big tomboy, and she’s ended up with a daughter who is the girliest, delicate flower of a child I’ve ever known. She doesn’t know how she ended up with her!

  2. I can definitely picture you as a Tomboy, climbing trees and playing war. You can come visit me and blueviolet at our house and we can have a water balloon fight! LOL
    .-= Otin would like you to read ..Slightly annoyed =-.

  3. Yay! I got in! And I used to be a bit tomboyish myself when I was younger! (I was always relegated to the role of the prince when my sister was playing make believe.) Watching Sprite now, I realized just how girly she is when we were at a playdate at a home which has only boys. She wanted to play with the foam swords and I went outside to perform the fight with her. She didn’t know how to hold the sword correctly! Poor kid. I kept lauging at her….hm, maybe that should be my confession? You’re linked and forgiven!
    .-= Sprite’s Keeper would like you to read ..So what if Preschool doesn’t give grades? I STILL got an F! =-.

  4. I, too, was a bit of a tomboy growing up – I did things like jumprope and rollerskating, but I also had my own motorcycle and skateboard. I loved that motorcycle.
    .-= Jan would like you to read ..Zucchini Pancakes =-.

  5. The look on your little girl face is precious. You were a spunky one. I was my brother’s tag along for years. He was older and there were no girls each time we moved. Sounds like loads of fun to me climbing trees and throwing pine cones. I totally understand why you would want to be one of the soldiers. I was always a cowboy and not a cowgirl. I could hit the baseball as far as the boys. Good memories.

  6. In 4th grade, a girl that was a serious tomboy, had a crush on me….In a typical juvenile way of showing this affection, she chased and tackled me..we wrestled around with her ending up on top, pinning me to the Earth! No one told me she was the only child of a Golden Gloves champion, who wanted a boy…

  7. I was such a Tomboy growing up. Anything my brother and his friends could do, I could do better. With 2 girls, I have one who is prissy and one who is a tomboy. I love it. Princess Nagger is right on target.