My Mother gave up trying to let my hair grow when I was a young child. I was around six (my first grade photo) at the time of this picture was made. Instead of curling my hair and being prissy like my older sister, I wanted to run bare footed out side and climb any tree that looked inviting. I also loved the mud animals my Grandpa would make for me to play in the dirt and pretend I was a little farmer. Looking back on my childhood, this was the happiest time of my life when I was young. Freedom to be outside and do whatever, I wished to do. No chores just fun times. I loved to follow my Grandpa around like a love sick puppy. Up until I met Prince, I never loved a man as much as Pa. Pa was the man in my life as I was growing up as my Father was never around. But Pa was there to tell stories and he ALWAYS HAD time for his Babes, his name for us grand kids' He grew a large garden and we had a milk cow, goat or goats, chickens, rabbits and I considered all their babies to be my very own play things. Our Neighbor had a horse, Ole Dan, and I could climb the gate and climb onto his back when I was allowed to ride him. I would go at break neck speed down the hill and when the fence came into to view, I would turn him back uphill. Oh what a rush. I also played with frogs to my OCD Grandmothers horror. She convinced me that if they peed on me I would get these nasty warts, so not to be outdone, I sneaked some of her quilt pieces and straight pins to make diapers for my little frog babies. We would have been considered POOR but in real like we were Richer than those who were considered in better standing.
As you can see in my twenties, I was still very much a tom boy. I would spend the autumn mornings in a tree stand or hidden in some brush to kill a deer. Now I do not kill for SPORT. I was taught if you kill it you best be ready to put it on the table as food. That is exactly what I did. I would raise a small garden and then deer hunt for meat. I would even chill the meat in my frig and then de-bone it myself and package it. Yes you have to skin it and then have a good hack saw to cut it up so it will fit in the frig. I had a buddy who loved her wine and when she would open the frig to procure the wine, and I was cooling the meat, she would lose her cookies. I always told her she would need me around if push come to shove because she would not have the fortitude to survive. Since Sunday, I have had a lot of time to reflect when I just leaned over to get some cold cuts out of the meat drawer (A very natural act) and my back went out. I have been living last week as Rip Van Wrinkle in drag.(Feel like all I have done is SLEEP) The Kitty Justice is to have the back bone OF the earlier Kitty days. Who would have thought I would end up with back problems because I could do anything I put my mind to accomplish.