But when we sang together in my living room, with the lights turned down for atmosphere, we were equal, and sometimes I was even a little better than she was when a lower voice range was required. She had better clothes, too, and more confidence. Beth was much prettier than I was, with naturally blond hair, and she was taller and not as skinny as me. I played this game for hours, and my life changed for the better when I met Beth, because she loved to sing, too, and we staged duets, concerts and sing-offs in my empty living room on a regular basis. And whenever my parents took my brothers somewhere, I transformed our small living room into a stage, where I turned a flashlight upside down and sang into the big end, like it was a microphone, prancing over and around the furniture. I could sing, I could dance, and I could do gymnastics. But there were a few things I could do really well. I was the kind of kid nobody noticed much, with medium-length plain brown hair, big eyes and freckles. I wasn’t a good student or a bad student. And back when I grew up, in the 1960s, we didn’t have a mall nearby where we could buy “body splash” to cover it up with. Boys don’t care about that stuff, but when you’re a girl, like me, it can be embarrassing to show up at school smelling like a barnyard. to feed the cows, or walking to school with the grey muck on your shoes still drying. ![]() But it definitely had its down side - getting up at four a.m. ![]() ![]() I’ve heard some people think growing up on a farm is fun. When I was a kid, nobody thought it was cool to live on a farm.
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