Big Sister, Little Tomboy.

I was 4 and a bit years old here. I know this. As this is the plant I bought for my mother when my brother was born!

As you can see, the frustrations with my hair were well and truly under way.

It was easier to keep it short and brush it out. This lead to years that followed, of everyone believing I was a boy. Even my grandad used to call me Michael instead of Michelle.

I feel sad that from here on, all girlie things seemed eradicated.

I was a good tree climber and ditch crawler from here. No dancing lessons or pink. Dungarees and mud for me. Collecting worms and caterpillars and building dens, not a Barbie in sight.

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