Rainey Daze and Crazy Nights

Poetry, Paintings, and Ponderings: Through My Eyes

Because of Owen, I don’t Wear Dresses April 4, 2012

If you could go back in time and relive your life, would you change anything? Most people would say no, I wouldn’t change a thing. My past is what makes me who I am today.

I have thought about that question a lot lately. How would it change me, if, for example, I hadn’t climbed the monkey bars at school with a dress on, and if that punk kid Owen hadn’t pointed and laughed because he saw my panties? Of course, no self-respecting first grader would stand for that, so  I jumped down and smacked him. Hard. He cried, told the teacher (because he was a wimp), and I got in trouble! Okay, so we won’t talk about the fact that I was the stupid one on the monkey bars wearing a dress. That was beside the point! Would I be a different person today if that event had not happened? I think my aversion to wearing dresses must have originated on that fateful day. If Owen had never seen my panties and humiliated me in front of a playground full of seven-year-olds, I might have a closet full of beautiful dresses and skirts, all colors and lengths. Instead, I  wear pants every single day.

So, I must say, if I could do things over, I would have worn pants that day. Or Owen would have been at home sick with the measles. And instead of sitting here in my cotton slacks, I would be writing this in my new spring dress.