Let me tell you about my favorite friend. She was a tomboy!

I am sure she had mixed feelings about being called a tomboy. On the one hand, she liked being put in a different category than the girls who played with dolls and wore pink dresses to imaginary tea parties. I remember one time I went to a friend's house with Alex, after school. At her house, she made us pick up a plastic teacup with a stuffed bear's paw and hold it up to our lips and tilt it. Alex was convinced she was on "Candid Camera" or in some other way being set up and I was part of that. She didn’t even talk to me for a whole week after that.

But that was when we were five or six, another one incident I remember was when we were twelve, Alex really wanted to check out this riding school that had opened and I wanted wait home and watch a new show which gave people makeovers. Alex was furious when I didn’t come with her. Now she is one of the best riders I know. I’m still guilty of my crime but I’m glad she rides so well. As a matter of fact, all she talks about is riding. Can you imagine the extent of madness she has caused because of her exasperating talk? I’m certain we could give a test on horse riding now and she would pass with full marks.

The only minus point of her being a tomboy is that she enjoys doing things that switch from boys to girls: one minute she’d like to throw paper balls at passing people and next minute find someone to gossip. To me this is a great advantage over all her other friends because I usually also enjoy this sort of stuff too. Its great fun to chuck paper balls at people and equally enjoyable to gossip about unusual people. We frequently spent together talking about riding a horse and for fun stalking people with amusing reactions.

One note of warning now: don’t you dare make fun of Alex because only I can do that! Grr!