Trudy
I was a rather sweet boy child with a mass of blonde curls. I was about three when my mother took me to the village hair salon for a haircut. As the girl finished, I asked if I could have a ribbon in my hair and after a lot of embarrassment and tears from me, they found one. No sooner had they tied it, I realised from the fuss that was made, that as a boy I had done something dreadful. This moment lived with me and made me quite introverted. I just had one brother, five years older, and...