The autobiography of a woman; by Waldorfia
So it went as I grew into a teenager, a young lady and, finally, into a woman. I may have stretched a point in that last statement. I should not say I was a young lady. I was young but hardly a lady.
On the other hand I was not manly either. The lady gene was not in me. The feminine gene seemed to overtake the lady one. I loved to dress extremely feminine but did not have the patience to be lady-like. The high school yearbook was well within its rights to place this caption on my picture; “Hottest Tomboy.”