When I was a little girl, about 5 years old, I wanted to be Robin Hood. It's my first recollection of a career choice. I wanted a bow and arrow and I wanted to save the poor people of my town, which at the time was Clark AFB in the Philippines. Magically, one day, I had a little bow and arrow. I would stand in the back yard near the ginger and hybiscus and shoot arrows into a banana leaf. I was invincible.
I didn't want to be Maid Marion. She always had to be rescued. I wondered why the other girls wanted to be so helpless. It made no sense to me. Still doesn't.
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