When I was a kid, my parents went on vacation and left us home. They brought back two identical, but differently sized, turquoise blue with white fringe cowgirl skirts and vests, holsters and six shooters. My sister was about three and my cousin and I were almost 6. My cousin already had a similar red outfit. We loved them and played cowgirls and bandits all the time. If a friend came over, they would get to be the Indian and use the bow and arrows with rubber suction cup tips. But the Indian wasn’t the enemy. He or she simply joined us to fight the bandits who were robbing the bank. Or ended up taking his or her turn being kidnapped by the bad guys and eventually rescued. The bad guys were always virtual. That was our view of the world and weapons. Looking back, we probably watched too much Hopalong Cassidy and Roy Rogers.
Later on I actually practiced archery and by college was pretty good at using a short bow, but then the fancy, compound bows became popular and I lost interest. Continue reading Cowgirls, Bandits and Bows and Arrows