First time I’d heard ‘tomboy’ applied to anyone, and she was a perfect example, always wearing aertex shirts and boys’ shorts, with snake hooked striped elastic belt.
Her body, legs and arms, all gangly, lacking girlhood guile, yet not without grace. Hair short and straight and blondish, face narrow, freckled, smiling; eyes grey, or green or maybe brown – I guess I’d now say ‘hazel’ – their expression always honest.
I found her alien insofar as she was unknown, not conventional, atypical of what I then thought a girl of her age ought to be. But interesting, worthy of attention, to be questioned as to the source of her self-confidence.
And also as to the source of the scarring on her throat, around her neck, to which she answered “Fire, from playing with a light switch.”
[This is, to some extent, second thoughts following my previous post]