"Rockets are boys' business." My mother was succinct and matter-of-fact about her assumptions, and steered me towards more suitable endeavors. She confiscated my Time with Armstrong and Aldrin and Collins on the cover, she rooted out the Bradbury from my bookshelf, she replaced my astronaut action figure with a plastic Barbie bust for practicing makeup and hair.
But Nana, she didn't see the problem. Nana's house was flowers and plastic couch-covers and religious icons, but when I was over for the weekend it turned into the launch pad at Kennedy.
She's down there, somewhere, right now, on that blue ball.
A clever and quite fresh response to the prompt...
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DeleteNice one, very clever and I like the female perspective. Cool beans. :-)
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ReplyDeleteI just love Drabbles. Nicely done!
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DeleteWe often have greater connections one generation apart.
ReplyDeleteMy grandparents weren't really around when I was a kid, but that's what I've heard from many people :)
DeleteThis is a great response.. sounds like she was a girl who knew what she wanted
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DeleteNot wanting to play with dolls seems rather sane to me. This was fun and a blast to read!
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DeleteNever did understand why dolls got normalized to girl stuff. like...why dolls?
ReplyDeleteOh, gender roles, huuuuge ball of wax there... :)
DeleteI'm glad Gram's still there to see it.
ReplyDeleteShe's probably making everyone at the Home watch it on TV. ;)
DeleteSplendid read - thank you.
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