As the younger sibling, you of course follow in the shadows of the older one’s footsteps. Guess it’s safe to say that I was a bit of a tomboy, living in the close proximity with four boy neighbors. I wore baseball caps and cut my hair short. My brother never passed up a good opportunity to trick people into thinkingÂ he had a baby brother. I never did mind it to be honest. Until I went to a co-ed school in sixth grade. (That’s when I got teased for having short hair, and I vowed to myself to never cut it short, ever again).
I even played tricks on the new kids down the road from us. I put on my baseball cap, and dragged a hockey stick behind me and headed into this huge driveway the boys parents owned. They were playing hockey and my brother wanted in, but was a bit too shy to ask the older kids if he could join in. My job was done, when I asked if my Brother could play. I didn’t end up having a game with them because all I liked, was the slap shots and that was never allowed. It was all I could do.
I’m still not that fond of hockey, especially being a Canadian. I was into tee-ball, remember that? lol. Then too, I was on a coâ€“ed mostly male team. My point of the entry is that ever since moving to a city the size of my province back home, I’ve never fully took advantage of what it has to offer. NHL games, Baseball games, or even soccer games! The had I always wore was an ugly navy blue NY baseball cap. Seeing how NY isn’t that far from me at all, when I get my car I think I’ll have to look into getting a pair of New York Yankees tickets, when they play the Jay’s in Toronto sometime. Or perhaps spend a weekend down in NY and just take it all in.