I was a tomboy while growing up. All I was around on my granddad’s farm was boys. I worked along side of them as we hung tobacco or cropped vegetables. Sometimes when we had spare time a wrestling match would happen.
I was telling a friend with privileges about it and he started laughing. He said no way could a little girl like me take on a man his size. Sounded like a threat to me. I rushed him and pushed him to the floor. I loved the look in his eyes as I straddled him. He tried to get up and actually rolled me over once, landing on top of me laughing. I lifted my leg and pushed him off me. He was not a wrestler at which I could see. He was a great looser though. I loved it when he threw up his arms and said he lost and would do whatever I wanted…………hummmmmm
Phone’s ringing, is it YOU?
Daisy