Of all the changes in today’s society, I think gender changes are the most challenging.
I was born female and I’m glad I remained female — in spite of the “Tom Boy” phase I enjoyed when I was in elementary school.
At this age, sister Alice, and I spent our time in the 1940s, not playing with dolls, but building forts on the wild beaches of Lake Erie, scavenging shells and bits of colored glass, riding ice floes broken off from the mainland, running through cornfields, camping in the tree house, spending the night in the pig house (from World War II when Father had three piglets, later converted to our playhouse) listening to the hoots of owls and wishing we were home and snug in bed.
