I am the tomboy of the family. Now there's a reason for this, so let me give a bit of insight. My sisters are really only my half-sisters. We share a mother, but not a father, so really they are not O'Leary's, only I am. My mother married my step-father 4 years after I was born.
I do not know who my Daddy is and in County Cork, that meant I was full of sin and something to be ashamed of. The girls were not permitted to play with me and the only people brave enough to befriend me were the rough village boys. So I spent my younger years getting up to a whole lot of no good.
As you might expect, the nuns at school couldn't stand the sight of me, so I naturally felt the need to pay them back for their harsh treatment. One of my first pranks was to get the boys to help me turn a piglet loose in the library. Well, we had no idea how much damage a scared piglet could do in one night, but it was pretty bad. We'd have been caught except we had the good sense not to use one of our own piglets, but to steal one instead.
Another time, I stole every eraser in the school, put them in a sack and tied firecrackers to the sack with string. What did I do with that you ask? I lit those firecrackers and threw the bag onto the lawn of the school chapel just as the nuns first services were beginning.. They suspected it was me, but couldn't prove it.
I was just as glad to see the backside of that school as they were to see me go. In typical O'Leary fashion, I went out in a blaze of glory. Me and the boys stole a fishing boat and hauled it onto the front lawn of the school. We spray painted our names on it, doused it in gasoline and then lit it on fire. It was grand I tell you.
This was me at 17 and I think I look a bit like the figure I chose. Also, a bit of the mischief maker I was is apparent in my face.
Despite my troubled beginnings I did manage to grow up and earn a Ph.D. in Neuroscience. Not too bad for a hellion of a child from County Cork.
Now that's it for the O'Leary Cowgirl series. I hope you enjoyed it.