I loved the stories of Daniel Boone and had my very own Daniel Boone coonskin cap. I wore it far too much. I also remember sleeping with it on. I was an avid game player and I am pictured here in my coonskin cap, with my oldest brother and we are playing chess.
My imagination was always on full speed ahead. This room was called the activities room and it was where the kids kept their toys and games. It also had the washer and dryer in it. I look at this photo and am taken back immediately. I was playing train. The card table in the back left was one station and the chairs lined up by the door was another. Thank goodness boxes where permitted as toys as I clearly was oblivious that they were not real toys. My companions were Pepper and Matsu.
Matsu was an amazing dog as he became my horse in many of my adventures. The winter knit hat on my head-with the fuzzy ball-was my imaginary cowboy hat. Seriously. I never considered that it wasn't anything but a cowboy hat.
My red wagon, which I was given for my sixth birthday, was never really a wagon but a prairie schooner. I was a cowboy/cowgirl heading west. I had everything planned for my travels and Matsu the
Akita horse was the lead.
One time we went to a petting style zoo and were permitted to sit on the giant tortoise. In that moment I was Jacques Cousteau and my adventure and thoughts were of the strange and amazing critters that were in the waters, oceans and far away places. (making note that I always have loved the keds style tennis shoes~and boy did I wear them out!)
My brothers UJ and Pete and I were rodeo kings in this photo. It is actually a series of three where we were completely hamming up for the photos. I remember riding that horse all the time and at times I recall falling over the head as I was going so fast.
My brother Pete and I along with a neighbor boy played that we were the Three Investigators (old throwback for any that remember), and I also thought that if we only had vines I could be Tarzan (not Jane).
I dreamed of becoming an ice skater like Dorothy Hamill, a baseball player like Johnny Bench and Mike Schmidt, and even an Olympian like Bruce Jenner. I played hard. I wanted to be a marine biologist, a farmer, a teacher, and so many more things...because I was a child.
I never thought about being a girl aside from girls used one bathroom and boys the other (at school). I bathed with my brother Pete and used to sit with Pete while UJ was sitting on the potty, because UJ would read to us. It is silly the memories I have now as they would all be interpreted and diagnosed and the leading thinkers of the day would say that I was a boy in a girls body, that identified as an athlete and on and on.
In today's world I would have been steered hard to become a boy. Maybe around 12-15 I would be coached into a gender reassignment surgery because as a child in today's world there is no gray make-believe area. It is now iron clad truth who we pretend to be, is who we are.
I SAY NO.
You see, all of the fantasy, make believe and pretending that I did as a child, and that children do, is really training for adult life. I was not seeking to become a boy because I enjoyed athletics, outdoor activities, and animals. I was becoming the me I am today. I most certainly am a woman. I was then even though I desired to also be Daniel Boone. If we cater to the pretend world of a child we are damaging or altering the course of life that it will become. We destroy the innocence of a child when we discuss genders in the explicit detail that we are because at a young age it is not about identity it is only about how to use your body to go potty. Sexual thoughts at age 6 SHOULD not be introduced.
Telling a child that they are a boy trapped in a girls body is EVIL, when the child is playing. We are destroying the next generation all for our own filthy lusts and desires.
Because of this confusion we are creating what is happening in NY where a person can identify themselves out of 31 different genders. 1
The world is upside down. In 2 Timothy 3:1-3:7 we read:
This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away. For of this sort are they which creep into houses, and lead captive silly women laden with sins, led away with divers lusts, Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.
There is truth but one must seek it especially in a world that is so darkened.
1 Hasson, Peter. New York City lets you Choose from 31 Different Gender Identities. Daily Caller. com. 5/24/16. Web. 6/6/16