I grew up in a neighborhood of all boys. I had to climb higher, whistle louder, shoot straighter, run faster, and learn to work on cars. When we were about 10 both my brothers got a bb gun for Christmas and I got this stupid Doll that was actually taller than I was. Now what in the world would I ever do with this big luggy doll? Mom never did understand that I wanted a bb gun in the worst way. I am still a tomboy, always will be. But she loved me a lot. She was the one that wanted a daughter instead of a tomboy.