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My first “Eureka moment” came when I was probably about four years old. My older sister and I were playing with a floor-length curtain. We would fold ourselves inside the curtain and turn around and around until the twisted part touched our heads and we couldn’t turn anymore.
Once while I was doing it, my sister hit me through the curtain. Made me mad, and, deciding on revenge, I told her it was her turn to get in the curtain. To my surprise, she didn’t close the curtain over her face and watched me, so I couldn’t hit her unseen. “Girls get to watch”, she said. Hmmmmmmmm. But I didn’t question it.
Second Eureka moment. My dad had this ancient pickup that was really hard to drive. Stick shift. No power steering or brakes. My sister drove it and so did I, when we were far too young to be doing it. Anyway, my sister was driving up a hill when it stalled. She tried several times to restart it, each time losing ground and heading to the edge of a dangerous embankment. Ultimately I insisted to her that she let me do it. She wouldn’t, but we kept getting closer and closer to the edge as she tried to start the truck. Finally I was loudly insistent and she said “Okay, I’ll let you, but only if you admit I could have done it.” So I did and we were saved.
Nothing has ever better explained to me how things are between boys and girls than those two events.
Once while I was doing it, my sister hit me through the curtain. Made me mad, and, deciding on revenge, I told her it was her turn to get in the curtain. To my surprise, she didn’t close the curtain over her face and watched me, so I couldn’t hit her unseen. “Girls get to watch”, she said. Hmmmmmmmm. But I didn’t question it.
Second Eureka moment. My dad had this ancient pickup that was really hard to drive. Stick shift. No power steering or brakes. My sister drove it and so did I, when we were far too young to be doing it. Anyway, my sister was driving up a hill when it stalled. She tried several times to restart it, each time losing ground and heading to the edge of a dangerous embankment. Ultimately I insisted to her that she let me do it. She wouldn’t, but we kept getting closer and closer to the edge as she tried to start the truck. Finally I was loudly insistent and she said “Okay, I’ll let you, but only if you admit I could have done it.” So I did and we were saved.
Nothing has ever better explained to me how things are between boys and girls than those two events.
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