Carol Hartsell Is Only a Man

The Beginning of Something
By Carol Hartsell

I always followed my brothers around, begging them to let me play army in the woods with their friends, roughhouse and watch TV. They were often forced to remind me that I was a girl, and a little girl at that, so I couldn’t hang out with them. The Morgan boys next door who were closer to my own age played with me for a while, that is until they got much more interested in a game called “Go in the Closet and Take Your Clothes Off then Open the Door for Half a Second.” That got old. My status as a female quickly became very limiting. I was either too weak and prone to tears or too potentially naked to be one of the guys.

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