It's me, Bodhi.

Childhood

In my early childhood, I was always a rough-n-tough little girl. I liked to wrestle and horseplay more than I did sit and look pretty. I played with bugs, dirt, you name it.

When I was about seven, I realized how much I hated dresses. I would refuse to wear them, or anything girly for that matter. I began openly saying how much I hated them. Nobody took me seriously, since I had worn them up until that point, but this was what I liked now. I enjoyed shorts and t-shirts with my sneakers and a hat (worn sideways, of course).

Three years later, I took everything pink that I owned, and every dress in my closet and gave them to my mother. I told her to get rid of them. She did, and I got more things that were black, blue, red, and orange.